Sylvia Plath

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

Comments about Sylvia Plath

  • 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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  • Cherie Chetyrbok (2/21/2012 12:48:00 AM)

    I have been a SylviaPlath fan since I was a teen. I still love her, and am amazed with her talent. Some say she did not get treatment bc it might have diluted her talent...sad. Very sad end to a brillaint woman. A real loss.

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  • Eva P (2/15/2012 2:09:00 PM)

    what is wrong here, copyrights?

  • Elizabeth King (10/12/2011 10:39:00 AM)

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    Sylvia Plath one of the best American poets. It is sad thing that she commited suicide because she could really great poetry. We lost a genius when she passed away. Despite that she is one of my mentor poets.

  • Yacov Mitchenko (5/30/2010 7:14:00 PM)

    I enjoy reading 'Event', 'Tulips', 'Contusion', 'I Am Vertical', 'Mystic', and 'Edge'. Aside from these poems, I can't say I much like Sylvia Plath's work.
    She is often melodramatic and hysterical. The latter may be understandable in light of what happened in her life, but it doesn't pan out successfully (or convincingly) in her poems. The restraint and understatements of Emily Dickinson, for example, work much better in the expression of pain.

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/11/2008 4:51:00 AM)

    gets the colour of life in its pure form.

  • James Papastamos (6/10/2008 7:07:00 PM)

    The story of Sylvia Plath just reinforces my deep-seated belief that 'where there is tragedy, there is art'. I have, as of yet, not once encountered a 'happy poet'. Poetry shall always remain a far superior form of literature, as opposed to the composition of fiction, non fiction, plays and scripts for movies. When I read a poem, I am gazing deep into the hidden chambers of the author's tortured soul - chambers that hide some mysterious secret, yearning to break free from the confines that civilization often imposes on humanity. Poetry comes from the heart. To understand poetry, one must be able to 'read between the lines'. When I read Sylvia Plath's poems, I not only read between the lines; I dive, head first, into its troubled waters - J. Papastamos

  • Danielle Stith (3/1/2008 5:26:00 AM)

    I wish other poetry lovers could actually spell things right.

    Sylvia Plath is amazing. I love the Poem 'Crossing the River'. It is beautiful, but it's not uncommon to find something that she has written to be beautiful.

    She may have not gotten treatment because of the fear that she could lose her poetic skills if she did. If this is the case, she may have died for her cause, which is incredible.

  • Keeep Smilie (2/28/2008 11:09:00 AM)

    Sylvia Plath

    Sylvia Plath is one of the great poets,
    she is just an febuleous poet
    ilove her poetry and my favourite poem is 'MORNING SONG'

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 ...

Read the full of Cinderella

Sheep In Fog

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells -

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