Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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121. Natural History 9/19/2014
122. Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss 1/3/2003
123. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
124. Nick And The Candlestick 1/3/2003
125. Night Shift 1/13/2003
126. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
127. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
128. On Deck 9/19/2014
129. On Looking Into The Eyes Of A Demon Lover 1/13/2003
130. On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 9/19/2014
131. Ouija 9/19/2014
132. Owl 9/19/2014
133. Paralytic 1/3/2003
134. Parliament Hill Fields 9/19/2014
135. Perseus 1/3/2003
136. Pheasant 9/17/2014
137. Poems, Potatoes 1/3/2003
138. Point Shirley 9/19/2014
139. Polly's Tree 1/3/2003
140. Poppies In July 1/1/2004
141. Poppies In October 1/3/2003
142. Private Ground 9/19/2014
143. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
144. Prospect 1/3/2003
145. Purdah 1/3/2003
146. Pursuit 1/3/2003
147. Recantation 9/19/2014
148. Resolve 1/3/2003
149. Rhyme 9/17/2014
150. Sculptor 1/3/2003
151. Sheep In Fog 1/3/2003
152. Sleep In The Mojave Desert 1/3/2003
153. Sleepers 1/3/2003
154. Snakecharmer 1/3/2003
155. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
156. Song For A Summer's Day 9/19/2014
157. Sonnet : To Eva 9/17/2014
158. Southern Sunrise 1/3/2003
159. Sow 1/3/2003
160. Spinster 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

Balloons

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk

Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.

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