“Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from "Poem For A Birthday - The Stones", written 1959” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am a writer... I am a genius of a writer; I have it in me. I am writing the best poems… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I am too pure for you or anyone. From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“For me,” she wrote, “poetry is an evasion from the real job of writing prose.” Throughout” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls. --from "Crossing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From " Three Women: A… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear. --from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? --from "Elm", written… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I'm about fifty years behind as far as my preferences go and I must say that the poets who excite me most… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What do you have in mind after you graduate?" What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't know what started me, I just wrote poetry from the time was quite small. I guess I liked nursery rhymes… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it --from "Elm", written 19 April 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it. --from "Kindness", written 1 February 1963” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Mother of otherness, Eat me. --from "Poem for a Birthday - Who", written 1960” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; My eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out;… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice; Away from… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Certain poems and lines of poetry seem as solid and miraculous to me as church altars or the coronation of queens must… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
