Plath Quotes to Learn
Child
"Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing."
"Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star."
Elm
"Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires."
"What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches?"
Mirror
"She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands."
"In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."
Morning song
"In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety."
"One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown."
Poppies in July
"You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns"
"If I could bleed, or sleep! -
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!"
The Arrival of the Bee Box
"I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it."
"They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil."
Finisterre
"This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing."
"She does not hear what the sailor or the peasant is saying ---
She is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea."
"Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing."
"Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star."
Elm
"Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand, a hand of wires."
"What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches?"
Mirror
"She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands."
"In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."
Morning song
"In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety."
"One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown."
Poppies in July
"You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns"
"If I could bleed, or sleep! -
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!"
The Arrival of the Bee Box
"I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it."
"They might ignore me immediately
In my moon suit and funeral veil."
Finisterre
"This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing."
"She does not hear what the sailor or the peasant is saying ---
She is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea."
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