Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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81. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
82. In Plaster 1/3/2003
83. Incommunicado 9/19/2014
84. Insomniac 1/3/2003
85. Jilted 1/3/2003
86. Kindness 1/3/2003
87. Lady Lazarus 1/3/2003
88. Lament 9/17/2014
89. Landowners 1/3/2003
90. Last Words 1/3/2003
91. Leaving Early 1/13/2003
92. Lesbos 1/3/2003
93. Letter In November 1/3/2003
94. Letter To A Purist 9/19/2014
95. Little Fugue 9/19/2014
96. Lorelei 1/3/2003
97. Love Is A Parallax 9/17/2014
98. Love Letter 1/3/2003
99. Lyonnesse 1/1/2004
100. Mad Girl's Love Song 1/3/2003
101. Maenad 9/17/2014
102. Magi 9/17/2014
103. Magnolia Shoals 9/19/2014
104. Man In Black 9/19/2014
105. Mary's Song 9/19/2014
106. Mary's Song 1/1/2004
107. Maudlin 9/19/2014
108. Medallion 9/17/2014
109. Medusa 1/3/2003
110. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
111. Metaphors 9/19/2014
112. Metaphors 1/1/2004
113. Mirror 1/3/2003
114. Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper 9/19/2014
115. Monologue At 3 Am 1/13/2003
116. Moonrise 9/19/2014
117. Morning Song 1/3/2003
118. Mushrooms 1/3/2003
119. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
120. Mystic 1/3/2003
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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