Sylvia Plath Quotes

O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Poppies in October (l. 10-12). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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How frail the human heart must be— a mirrored pool of thought.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Quoted in "I Thought I Could Not Be Hurt," introduction, Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963, Aurelia Schober Plath (1975). This was Plath's first poem, written at age 14.
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All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Sheep in Fog (l. 8-10). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Fields melt my heart. They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Sheep in Fog (l. 12-15). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it's a poultice. You have an eye, it's an image. My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Applicant (l. 36-40). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something's missing?
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Applicant (l. 1-6). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Naked as paper to start But in twenty-five years she'll be silver, In fifty, gold.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Applicant (l. 30-32). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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Black and stiff, but not a bad fit. Will you marry it?
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Applicant (l. 21-22). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I am no source of honey So why should they turn on me? Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free. The box is only temporary.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Arrival of the Bee Box (l. 33-36). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it.
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The Arrival of the Bee Box (l. 3-5). . . The Collected Poems [Sylvia Plath]. Ted Hughes, ed. (1981) HarperCollins.
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