Sylvia Plath Quotes

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Elm (l. 7-9). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it white
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 22-23). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I am too pure for you or anyone.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 34). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses, By kisses, by cherubim, By whatever these pink things mean.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 45-50). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I am a lantern— My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 36-39). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Greasing the bodies of adulterers Like Hiroshima ash and eating in. The sin. The sin.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 25-27). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Not him, nor him (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)— To Paradise.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 52-54). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Fever 103 (l. 28-30). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Isis (Oxford, May 6, 1956). Written while Plath was a student at Cambridge.
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Do I terrify?— The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Lady Lazarus (l. 12-15). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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