Sylvia Plath Quotes About Rings

Quotes about: Rings

• 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.

  Sylvia Plath

  Men, Hair, Cake

  "Lady Lazarus" l. 82 (1963)

• A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

  Sylvia Plath

  Lying, Grief, Gold

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.199, Faber & Faber

• The lyric abstrusities of Auden ring mystically down the circular canals of my ear and it begins to look like snow. The good gray conservative obliterating snow. Smoothing (in one white lacy euphemism after another) out all the black bleak angular unangelic nauseous ugliness of the blasted sterile world: dry buds, shrunken stone houses, dead vertical moving people all all all go under the great white beguiling wave. And come out transformed. Lose yourself in a numb dumb snow-daubed lattice of crystal and come out pure with the white virginal veneer you never had.

  Sylvia Plath

  Moving, Weather, White

  Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.73, Anchor

• It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.

  Sylvia Plath

  Mirrors, Palaces, Velvet

  Sylvia Plath (2010). “Winter Trees”, p.7, Faber & Faber

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