Lady Lazarus

Lady Lazarus BY SYLVIA PLATH 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, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus”