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Lady Lazarus

12 April 2023

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 I have done it again.    

One year in every ten    

I manage it 

A sort of walking miracle, my skin    

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,    

My right foot 

A paperweight, 

My face a featureless, fine    

Jew linen. 

Peel off the napkin    

O my enemy.    

Do I terrify?

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of
teeth?    

The sour breath 

Will vanish in a day. 

Soon, soon the flesh 

The grave cave ate will be    

At home on me 

And I a smiling woman.    

I am only thirty. 

And like the cat I have nine times to die. 

This is Number Three.    

What a trash 

To annihilate each decade. 

What a million filaments.    

The peanut-crunching crowd    

Shoves in to see 

Them unwrap me hand and foot—— 

The big strip tease.    

Gentlemen, ladies 

These are my hands    

My knees. 

I may be skin and bone, 

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical
woman.    

The first time it happened I was ten.    

It was an accident. 

The second time I meant 

To last it out and not come back at all.    

I rocked shut 

As a seashell. 

They had to call and call 

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. 

Dying 

Is an art, like everything else.    

I do it exceptionally well. 

I do it so it feels like hell.    

I do it so it feels real. 

I guess you could say I’ve a call. 

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell. 

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.    

It’s the theatrical 

Comeback in broad day 

To the same place, the same face, the same
brute    

Amused shout: 

‘A miracle!’ 

That knocks me out.    

There is a charge 

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a
charge    

For the hearing of my heart—— 

It really goes. 

And there is a charge, a very large charge    

For a word or a touch    

Or a bit of blood 

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.    

So, so, Herr Doktor.    

So, Herr Enemy. 

I am your opus, 

I am your valuable,    

The pure gold baby 

That melts to a shriek.    

I turn and burn. 

Do not think I underestimate your great concern. 

Ash, ash— 

You poke and stir. 

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— 

A cake of soap,    

A wedding ring,    

A gold filling. 

Herr God, Herr Lucifer    

Beware 

Beware. 

Out of the ash 

I rise with my red hair    

And I eat men like air.  

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Best Poems by Sylvia Plath
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Best and most famous poems of Sylvia Plath, a very famous English writer.
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Lady Lazarus

12 April 2023
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 I have done it again.     One year in every ten     I manage it  A sort of walking miracle, my skin     Bright as a Nazi lampshade,     My right foot  A paperweight,  My face a featureless, fi

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Daddy

12 April 2023
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You do not do, you do not do     Any more, black shoe  In which I have lived like a foot     For thirty years, poor and white,     Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.     Daddy, I have had to kil

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The Moon and the Yew Tree

12 April 2023
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.  The trees of the mind are black. Their irregular branches,  like broken arms backlit from MRI dye, offset by yearning.  They take form in ways on

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Morning Song

3 May 2023
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Love set you going like a fat gold watch.  The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry     Took its place among the elements.     Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. 

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You're

3 May 2023
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Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark

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The Applicant

23 June 2023
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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? No, no? Then

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Ariel

23 June 2023
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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 bro

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Blackberrying

23 June 2023
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Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,    Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it,

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Tulips

27 June 2023
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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.    I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white wall

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Nick and the Candlestick

27 June 2023
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I am a miner. The light burns blue.    Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its dead boredom.    Black bat airs Wrap me, raggy shawls,    Cold homicides. T

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Full Fathom Five

27 June 2023
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Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide’s coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves Crest and trough

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The Colossus

28 June 2023
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I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from your great lips. It’s worse than a barnyard.   Perhaps you c

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Edge

28 June 2023
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The woman is perfected.    Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment,    The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga,    Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We h

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Elm

28 June 2023
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For Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:    It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me,    Its dissatisfac

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