Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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161. Spider 8/8/2016
162. Spinster 1/3/2003
163. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
164. Stillborn 1/3/2003
165. Stings 1/3/2003
166. Stopped Dead 9/19/2014
167. Strumpet Song 1/3/2003
168. Suicide Off Egg Rock 9/19/2014
169. Tale Of A Tub 1/3/2003
170. Terminal 9/17/2014
171. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
172. The Applicant 1/3/2003
173. The Arrival Of The Bee Box 1/3/2003
174. The Babysitters 9/17/2014
175. The Beast 9/19/2014
176. The Bee Meeting 1/3/2003
177. The Beekeeper's Daughter 9/17/2014
178. The Bull Of Bendylaw 1/3/2003
179. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
180. The Colossus 1/3/2003
181. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
182. The Courage Of Shutting-Up 9/19/2014
183. The Couriers 1/3/2003
184. The Dead 1/1/2004
185. The Death Of Myth-Making 9/19/2014
186. The Detective 9/19/2014
187. The Disquieting Muses 1/3/2003
188. The Everlasting Monday 9/17/2014
189. The Eye-Mote 1/3/2003
190. The Fearful 9/19/2014
191. The Ghost's Leavetaking 9/19/2014
192. The Glutton 9/19/2014
193. The Goring 9/17/2014
194. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
195. The Hanging Man 9/17/2014
196. The Hermit At Outermost House 9/17/2014
197. The Jailer 9/19/2014
198. The Lady And The Earthenware Head 9/19/2014
199. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
200. The Manor Garden 12/22/2003
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 ...

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Perseus

The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering

Head alone shows you in the prodigious act
Of digesting what centuries alone digest:
The mammoth, lumbering statuary of sorrow,
Indissoluble enough to riddle the guts
Of a whale with holes and holes, and bleed him white
Into salt seas. Hercules had a simple time,
Rinsing those stables: a baby's tears would do it.

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