Poems by Sylvia Plath
Love Letter

The Babysitters, Barren Woman, The Bee Keeper's Daughter,
Bluebeard, The Bee Meeting, A Birthday Present Quotes


Poems by Sylvia Plath Love Letter

Love Letter

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn't just toe me an inch, no...
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
Masked among black rocks as a black rock
In the white hiatus of winter...
Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure
In the million perfectly-chiseled
Cheeks alighting each moment to melt
My cheek of basalt. They turned to tears,
Angels weeping over dull natures,
But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
Each dead head had a visor of ice.
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
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.
Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.
Sylvia Plath

Poems by Sylvia Plath Love Letter
Other Poems by Sylvia Plath

The Arrival of the Bee Box, Balloons,
The Babysitters, Barren Woman,
The Bee Keeper's Daughter, Bluebeard,
The Bee Meeting, A Birthday Present,
Bitter Strawberries, By Candlelight,
Conversation Among the Ruins,
Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest,
Female Author, Last Words, Mirror,
Letter in November, Letter to a Purist,
Mad Girl's Love Song, A Winter Ship,
Winter Trees, Witch Burning

Poems by Sylvia Plath Love Letter

Quotes by Sylvia Plath

I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Sylvia Plath

There must be quite a few things that
a hot bath won't cure, but I don't
know many of them.
Sylvia Plath
Poems by Sylvia Plath Love Letter

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