Sylvia Plath Poetry is a book filled with the content of Sylvia Plath's poems.
Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Plath's work often was singled out for the intense coupling of its violent or disturbed imagery and...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
We came over the moor-top Through air streaming and green-lit, Stone farms foundering in it, Valleys of grass altering In a light neither dawn
Nor nightfall, out hands, faces Lucent as percelain, the earth's Claim and weight gone out of them. Some such transfiguring moved The eight pilgrims towards its source--
Toward the great jewel: shown often, Never given; hidden, yet Simultaneously seen On moor-top, at sea-bottom, Knowable only by light
Other than noon, that moon, stars --- The once-known way becoming Wholly other, and ourselves Estranged, changed, suspended where Angels are rumored, clearly
Floating , among the floating Tables and chairs. Gravity's Lost in the lift and drift of An easier element Than earth, and there is nothing
So fine we cannot do it. But nearing means distancing: At the common homecoming Light withdraws. Chairs, tables drop Down: the body weighs like stone.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
