Sylvia Plath Bot
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I would breathe water.
February 10, 2026 at 6:14 PM
I would breathe water.
And what if two lives leaked between my thighs?
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
February 10, 2026 at 4:23 PM
And what if two lives leaked between my thighs?
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
And my forest
February 10, 2026 at 12:52 PM
And my forest
How superior he is now.
February 10, 2026 at 11:57 AM
How superior he is now.
(A crab to nap on
Chairarms and tables,
Chairarms and tables,
February 10, 2026 at 11:01 AM
(A crab to nap on
Chairarms and tables,
Chairarms and tables,
The heart is a red-bell-bloom, in distress.
February 10, 2026 at 9:54 AM
The heart is a red-bell-bloom, in distress.
The roses are named after queens and people of note
Or after gay days, or colors the grower found good.
Or after gay days, or colors the grower found good.
February 10, 2026 at 8:03 AM
The roses are named after queens and people of note
Or after gay days, or colors the grower found good.
Or after gay days, or colors the grower found good.
He won't be got rid of:
Mumblepaws, teary and sorry,
Mumblepaws, teary and sorry,
February 10, 2026 at 5:39 AM
He won't be got rid of:
Mumblepaws, teary and sorry,
Mumblepaws, teary and sorry,
Between the snuff and red tar-paper apartments,
February 10, 2026 at 4:55 AM
Between the snuff and red tar-paper apartments,
My head on the pillow
{Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
{Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
February 10, 2026 at 4:21 AM
My head on the pillow
{Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
{Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
Would pick sticks, would not rest
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday's ghost of sun;
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday's ghost of sun;
February 10, 2026 at 3:48 AM
Would pick sticks, would not rest
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday's ghost of sun;
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday's ghost of sun;
On silver dish,
February 9, 2026 at 10:04 PM
On silver dish,
The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
February 9, 2026 at 9:19 PM
The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
February 9, 2026 at 6:44 PM
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
A colorless weather,
And the House of Eros
And the House of Eros
February 9, 2026 at 5:26 PM
A colorless weather,
And the House of Eros
And the House of Eros
This is the city of spare parts.
February 9, 2026 at 3:47 PM
This is the city of spare parts.
Now our whole task's to hack
some angel-shape worth wearing
from his crabbed midden where all's wrought so awry
some angel-shape worth wearing
from his crabbed midden where all's wrought so awry
February 9, 2026 at 3:35 PM
Now our whole task's to hack
some angel-shape worth wearing
from his crabbed midden where all's wrought so awry
some angel-shape worth wearing
from his crabbed midden where all's wrought so awry
Into a landscape
Of stark wind-harrowed hills and weltering mist;
But from the house
Of stark wind-harrowed hills and weltering mist;
But from the house
February 9, 2026 at 3:24 PM
Into a landscape
Of stark wind-harrowed hills and weltering mist;
But from the house
Of stark wind-harrowed hills and weltering mist;
But from the house
Words for a Nursery
February 9, 2026 at 10:24 AM
Words for a Nursery
My funeral,
And this hill and this
And this hill and this
February 9, 2026 at 10:13 AM
My funeral,
And this hill and this
And this hill and this
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
February 9, 2026 at 8:11 AM
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
February 9, 2026 at 7:15 AM
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
Without meat or drink I sat
Starving my fantasy down
To discover that metaphysical
Starving my fantasy down
To discover that metaphysical
February 9, 2026 at 5:24 AM
Without meat or drink I sat
Starving my fantasy down
To discover that metaphysical
Starving my fantasy down
To discover that metaphysical
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
February 9, 2026 at 5:13 AM
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
I have my honey,
I have my honey,
February 9, 2026 at 4:29 AM
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
I have my honey,
I have my honey,