Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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201. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
202. The Night Dances 1/3/2003
203. The Other 1/13/2003
204. The Other Two 1/3/2003
205. The Queen's Complaint 1/3/2003
206. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
207. The Ravaged Face 9/19/2014
208. The Rival 1/3/2003
209. The Shrike 9/19/2014
210. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
211. The Sleepers 1/13/2003
212. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
213. The Stones 9/19/2014
214. The Surgeon At 2 A.M. 9/19/2014
215. The Swarm 1/3/2003
216. The Thin People 1/3/2003
217. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
218. The Tour 9/19/2014
219. The Trial Of A Man 9/19/2014
220. Three Women 1/3/2003
221. To A Jilted Lover 9/17/2014
222. To Eva Descending The Stair 9/17/2014
223. Totem 1/3/2003
224. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
225. Tulips 1/3/2003
226. Two Campers In Cloud Country 1/3/2003
227. Two Sisters Of Persephone 1/3/2003
228. Two Views Of A Cadaver Room 1/3/2003
229. Vanity Fair 1/1/2004
230. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
231. Virgin In A Tree 1/3/2003
232. Waking In Winter 9/19/2014
233. Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows 9/19/2014
234. Whitsun 9/19/2014
235. Who 9/19/2014
236. Widow 9/19/2014
237. Winter Landscape, With Rooks 1/13/2003
238. Winter Trees 1/3/2003
239. Wintering 1/3/2003
240. Witch Burning 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

Polly's Tree

A dream tree, Polly's tree:
a thicket of sticks,
each speckled twig

ending in a thin-paned
leaf unlike any
other on it

or in a ghost flower

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