Who injure my sleep with their white eyes, their fingerless hands.

I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

Has nothing on you,

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

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Sylvia Plath

American poet and writer (1932–1963)

Ariel BY SYLVIA PLATH Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue    Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness,    How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow Splits and passes, sister to    The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, Nigger…

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Ariel
BY SYLVIA PLATH
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue   
Pour of tor and distances.

God’s lioness,   
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to   
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye   
Berries cast dark   
Hooks—

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,   
Shadows.
Something else

Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.

White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.   
The child’s cry

Melts in the wall.   
And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive   
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning.

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Sylvia Plath was one of the most dynamic and admired poets of the 20th century. By the time she took her life at the age of 30, Plath already had a following in the literary community. In the ensuing years her work attracted the attention of a multitude of…

Through bare whistling heather, over stiles of black stone, To the world's white edge She came, and called hell to subdue an unruly man

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Through bare whistling heather, over stiles of black stone, To the world's white edge She came, and called hell to subdue an unruly man

Through bare whistling heather, over stiles of black stone, To the world's white edge She came, and called hell to subdue an unruly man