Plath Flashcards
Nothing
Burns
Do you
Do no harm?
Little
Bloody skirts!
Where are your opiates
Your nauseous capsules!
If my moth
Would marry a hurt like that!
If i could
Bleed or sleep!
Exhausts portrays the technique
Assonance
Dulling
And stilling
But colourless
Colourless.
The box is
Locked and dangerous
Din
In it
Dark
Dark
Square
As a chair
Coffin
Of a midget
A
Square baby
Unintelligible
Syllables
I lay my ear
To furious latin
Box of
Maniacs
Tiny affrican
Hands
Fat
Gold watch
New
Statue
I’m no
More your mother
The cloud that
Distills a mirror to reflect its own slow enffacement
Moth
Breath
Cow
Heavy
Whitens and
Swallows its dull stars
The one
Absolutely beautiful thing
Grand
And classical
Full with
Colours and ducks
April
Snowdrop, Indian pipe
Ceiling
Without a star
I am
Silver and exact
No
Preconceptions
Now i am
A lake
Searching
My reaches
Those liars!
The candles or the moon
She rewards me with
Tears and an agitation of hands
Like a terrible
Terrible fish
I can’t honestly
Complain
If a celestial
Burning took place
Out of the kitchen
Table or chair
Or whatever
Angel
Of total
Neutrality
Miracles
Occur