Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
2. Rhyme 9/17/2014
3. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
4. Private Ground 9/19/2014
5. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
6. Yaddo : The Grand Manor 9/19/2014
7. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
8. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
9. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
10. The Tour 9/19/2014
11. Doomsday 9/17/2014
12. The Hermit At Outermost House 9/17/2014
13. Letter To A Purist 9/19/2014
14. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
15. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
16. Recantation 9/19/2014
17. Channel Crossing 9/19/2014
18. Black Pine Tree In An Orange Light 9/17/2014
19. Brasilia 9/19/2014
20. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
21. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
22. Event 9/17/2014
23. Dirge For A Joker 9/17/2014
24. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
25. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
26. Terminal 9/17/2014
27. Whitsun 9/19/2014
28. Natural History 9/19/2014
29. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
30. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
31. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
32. The Ravaged Face 9/19/2014
33. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
34. I Want, I Want 9/17/2014
35. Child's Park Stones 9/19/2014
36. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
37. On Deck 9/19/2014
38. Incommunicado 9/19/2014
39. Stopped Dead 9/19/2014
40. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
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

Jilted

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

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