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Sylvia Plath's Poetry, by first line

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  • You do not do, you do not do
    Any more, black shoe
    80 lines, 19 comments
  • The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
    On their blotter of fog the trees
    15 lines, 3 comments
  • They enter as animals from the outer
    Space of holly where spikes
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
    Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
    35 lines, 3 comments
  • Stasis in darkness.
    Then the substanceless blue
    31 lines, 8 comments
  • Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
    I want to fill it with color and ducks,
    12 lines, 5 comments
  • In Benidorm there are melons,
    Whole donkey-carts full
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
    Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Since Christmas they have lived with us,
    Guileless and clear,
    31 lines, 2 comments
  • A dream tree, Polly's tree:
    a thicket of sticks,
    42 lines, 1 comment
  • The woman is perfected
    Her dead
    20 lines, 7 comments
  • I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
    It is what you fear.
    42 lines, 3 comments
  • Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
    The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
    Or what disfigured and unsightly
    56 lines, 1 comment
  • Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
    Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
    Eyes rolled by white sticks,
    43 lines, 2 comments
  • Kindness glides about my house.
    Dame Kindness, she is so nice!
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • As the gods began one world, and man another,
    So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
    28 lines, 2 comments
  • Not easy to state the change you made.
    If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Now this particular girl
    During a ceremonious april walk
    30 lines, 1 comment
  • Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
    Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
    27 lines, 3 comments
  • Axes
    After whose stroke the wood rings,
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
    Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
    14 lines, 8 comments
  • The horizons ring me like faggots,
    Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
    45 lines, 1 comment
  • This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.
    I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
    50 lines
  • The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
    Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in
    63 lines, 12 comments
  • The engine is killing the track, the track is silver,
    It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • A Poem for Three Voices
    Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about
    394 lines
  • They are always with us, the thin people
    Meager of dimension as the gray people
    47 lines, 8 comments
  • Somebody is shooting at something in our town --
    A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.
    60 lines
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