Selected Poems Quotes
Selected Poems
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Sylvia Plath3,846 ratings, 4.08 average rating, 384 reviews
Selected Poems Quotes
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“I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.”
― Selected Poems
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.”
― Selected Poems
“At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.”
― Selected Poems
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.”
― Selected Poems
“I simply cannot see where there is to get to.”
― Selected Poems
― Selected Poems
“Two Lovers And A Beachcomber By The Real Sea"
Cold and final, the imagination
Shuts down its fabled summer house;
Blue views are boarded up; our sweet vacation
Dwindles in the hour-glass.
Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair
Tangling in the tide's green fall
Now fold their wings like bats and disappear
Into the attic of the skull.
We are not what we might be; what we are
Outlaws all extrapolation
Beyond the interval of now and here:
White whales are gone with the white ocean.
A lone beachcomber squats among the wrack
Of kaleidoscope shells
Probing fractured Venus with a stick
Under a tent of taunting gulls.
No sea-change decks the sunken shank of bone
That chucks in backtrack of the wave;
Though the mind like an oyster labors on and on,
A grain of sand is all we have.
Water will run by; the actual sun
Will scrupulously rise and set;
No little man lives in the exacting moon
And that is that, is that, is that.
Sylvia Plath, Mademoiselle, August 1955.”
― Selected Poems
Cold and final, the imagination
Shuts down its fabled summer house;
Blue views are boarded up; our sweet vacation
Dwindles in the hour-glass.
Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair
Tangling in the tide's green fall
Now fold their wings like bats and disappear
Into the attic of the skull.
We are not what we might be; what we are
Outlaws all extrapolation
Beyond the interval of now and here:
White whales are gone with the white ocean.
A lone beachcomber squats among the wrack
Of kaleidoscope shells
Probing fractured Venus with a stick
Under a tent of taunting gulls.
No sea-change decks the sunken shank of bone
That chucks in backtrack of the wave;
Though the mind like an oyster labors on and on,
A grain of sand is all we have.
Water will run by; the actual sun
Will scrupulously rise and set;
No little man lives in the exacting moon
And that is that, is that, is that.
Sylvia Plath, Mademoiselle, August 1955.”
― Selected Poems
“People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.”
― Sylvia Plath - Selected Poems (Faber Poetry) by Sylvia Plath (3-Mar-2003) Paperback
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.”
― Sylvia Plath - Selected Poems (Faber Poetry) by Sylvia Plath (3-Mar-2003) Paperback
“People or stars
Regards me sadly, I disappoint them.”
― Sylvia Plath - Selected Poems (Faber Poetry) by Sylvia Plath (3-Mar-2003) Paperback
Regards me sadly, I disappoint them.”
― Sylvia Plath - Selected Poems (Faber Poetry) by Sylvia Plath (3-Mar-2003) Paperback
