Sylvia Plath

(October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963 / Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts)

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Born in 1932 to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem at the age of eight. A sensitive person who tended to be a bit of a perfectionist she was what many would consider a model daughter and student - popular, a straight A student, always winning the best prizes. She won a scholarship to Smith College in 1950 and even then she had an enviable list of publications. While at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems.

However, beneath the surface of her seeming perfection were some grave discontinuities, some which probably were caused by the death of her father, an entomologist, when she was eight. During the summer after her ... more »

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  • ''Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.''
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Isis (Oxford, May 6, 1956). Written while Plath was a student at Cambridge.
  • If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The narrator, in The Bell Jar, ch. 8 (1963).
  • Sunday—the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely be...
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The narrator, in The Bell Jar, ch. 19 (1963).
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  • Rookie - 89 Points John Hardesty (5/20/2015 8:56:00 AM)

    Here we travel upon an old path,
    meditating on the poet, Sylvia Plath;
    A complicated lady, and driven poet,
    who's madness, and melancholy, for whom would never show it;
    Yet, like all poets, and writers,
    She became obsessed with something more mightier,
    For death, is never at limits to the truth,
    beckons the old, and brimming youth;
    Poets take up an oath and pen,
    dole out their wrenching soul until the end,
    as prose and poetry their only companions, and pain,
    for she engendered the recurrence of something that couldn't remain,
    whilst the gilded rose from Jamaica Plain,
    lives on through the pages of her God forsaken domain. _ John Hardesty

  • Rookie - 523 Points Gigi Levin (9/16/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    Suze Collette, I cant click on them either. This is b/c if they provide the text, PoemHunter could face copyright issues. It pissed me off too.

  • Rookie - 274 Points D.l. Aceves (4/25/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    A nice reading on YouTube of Plath's poem 'Mad Girl's Love Song' here: https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=twIfwSvL9Uo

  • Rookie Cal Shummon (12/4/2013 12:06:00 PM)

    Beyond Humanity's Vision

  • Rookie Rachel Gaddi (6/21/2013 2:37:00 PM)

    Hello my Dear
    Compliments of the day to you.I am Rachel, how are you, hope you are fine and in
    perfect condition of health.I went through your profile today and i read it and took interest in it, if you don't mind i will like to know you much better, although i came online to look for a true and loving man that is ready for a true, honest and loving relationship and will be able to take good care of me if you are the kind of man am talking about then send me a mail now on my private email (rachell.4like@hotmail.com) included, so that i will tell you all about myself and a picture of myself.looking forward to hear from you, thanks and God bless.(rachell.4likeat hotmail dot com)
    Thanks waiting to hear from you.
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  • Rookie - 36 Points Sandy Player (3/5/2013 3:14:00 PM)

    Here we sit at our desks; I'm sure Plath would have descibed us as having a bowl of peanuts beside us.

  • Rookie Thilakan Eis (12/20/2012 6:43:00 AM)

    she is very popular poet 68752

  • Rookie Else Cederborg (5/30/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    Such rage, such sudden insights are not seen in many. She was unique.

  • Silver Star - 3,045 Points Sayeed Abubakar (5/18/2012 10:48:00 PM)

    No poet ever dies. You are the best example.

  • Rookie Suze Collett (4/29/2012 10:16:00 PM)

    I'm unable to access any of her poems, the links appear dead at this moment. Has their been a dispute in sharing her poetry on here, or this is a temporary technical glitch?

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Best Poem of Sylvia Plath

Cinderella

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail ...

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