The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :

The Moon and the Yew Tree : : By Sylvia Plath ( ) This is the light of the mind, cold and planetaryThe trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were GodPrickling my ankles and murmuring of their humilityFumy, spiritous mists inhabitContinue reading “The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :”

Poppies in July : Sylvia Plath : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :

Poppies In JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth. A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts! There are fumes I cannotContinue reading “Poppies in July : Sylvia Plath : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Stars Over the Dordogne : Sylvia Plath : : Star Poems : :

March 1962Stars over the DordogneBY SYLVIA PLATHStars Over The DordogneStars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy 1Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker 2Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless. 3The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.4They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.Continue reading “Stars Over the Dordogne : Sylvia Plath : : Star Poems : :”

Waking In Winter : Sylvia Plath : : Winter Poems : :

“Waking In Winter” By Sylvia Plath is about hopelessness of the loveless Residents of a Hotel. This is a two stanza poem that is separated into two sets of eight lines, or octaves. Written in 1960 and infused with Cold War and environmentalist elements, ‘Waking in Winter’ offers a bleak vision of a post-nuclear winterContinue reading “Waking In Winter : Sylvia Plath : : Winter Poems : :”

Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :

Lady LazarusBY SYLVIA PLATHI have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight,My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, the eye pits, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :”

Balloons : Sylvia Plath : : Sons Poems : :

Balloons : By Sylvia Plath : : In this , a rare, simple and predominantly positive poem, Plath offers a tribute to her two children. Through the imagery of balloons, the poem captures the innocent curiosity of children. The ‘balloons’ could represent the fragility of happiness. The unrhymed five lined six Tranzas , the linesContinue reading “Balloons : Sylvia Plath : : Sons Poems : :”

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