Public Poetry. Sylvia Plath. Ariel.

Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The…
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The…
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. In those days, though, I never analysed Myself even. All analysis comes late. You catch a sight of Nature, earliest, In full front sun-face, and your eyelids…
Blue moon are you there? Sometimes I wish someone would care Blue moon will you shine a little brighter So that I may have some hope of something kinder Blue…
What treasures rest within the lofty room above my bed? Vintage clothing? Grandpa’s steamer trunk? An old-fashioned baby crib? I wonder… I slip the bolt to peek inside… dust motes…
Visible, invisible, A fluctuating charm, An amber-colored amethyst Inhabits it; your arm Approaches, and It opens and It closes; You have meant To catch it, And it shrivels; You abandon…
Daddy was driving our old Chevy, Filled with children, mama, and a tent – it was heavy! The year was 1937, and I was about four. We were going camping…
All in green went my love Riding. All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn. four lean hounds crouched low and smilingthe merry…
0n Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough,November, 1785 Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's…
Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which…
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