Sylvia Plath Quotes

I only know that a rook Ordering its black feathers can so shine As to seize me senses, haul My eyelids up, and grant A brief respite from fear Of total neutrality.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Black Rook in Rainy Weather (l. 27-32). . . The Penguin book of Bird Poetry. Peggy Munserber, ed. (1984) Penguin Books.
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A certain minor light may still Leap incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then—
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Black Rook in Rainy Weather (l. 14-18). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 14-15). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Daddy, I have had to kill you.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 6). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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If I've killed one man, I've killed two— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 71-74). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 57-59). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 76-80). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years,
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 1-4). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Daddy (l. 30-32). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Encounter (London, Oct. 1963). Daddy, st. 10, Ariel (1965).
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