“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
“...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation.… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Floated on a glass that… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, ‘Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’ ‘No, what?’ I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“...love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“We are not what we might be; what we are / Outlaws all extrapolation / Beyond the interval of now and here:… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and… — 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
