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Sylvia Plath

And I slept on like a bent finger. The first thing I saw was sheer air And the locked drops rising in a dew Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay Dense and expressionless round about. I didn’t know what to make of it. I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded To pour myself out like a fluid… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Confessional · Excerpt · Fragment · Modernism · Passage · Poetry

Sylvia Plath

I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way. Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains, the diaphanous satins of a January window white as babies’ bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory! — Sylvia Plath, from “A Birthday Present,” Ariel. (Harper & Row 1966)

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Confessional · Excerpt · Fragment · Modernism · Passage · Poetry

Sylvia Plath

Winter is for women — The woman, still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think. Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas Succeed in banking their fires To enter another year? What will they taste of, the Christmas roses? The bees… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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