Last year a friend went dark in a nervous city alone, the sea flashing against his glasses, the sea sorted out at… — 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
I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I had removed my patent leather shoes after a while, for they foundered badly in the sand. It pleased me to think… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The sea was our main entertainment. When company came, we set them before it on rugs, with thermoses and sandwiches and colored… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I felt proud that the baby's first real adventure should be as a protest against the insanity of world annihilation. Already a… — 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
