Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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201. The Moon And The Yew Tree 1/3/2003
202. The Munich Mannequins 1/3/2003
203. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
204. The Night Dances 1/3/2003
205. The Other 1/13/2003
206. The Other Two 1/3/2003
207. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
208. The Queen's Complaint 1/3/2003
209. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
210. The Ravaged Face 9/19/2014
211. The Rival 1/3/2003
212. The Shrike 9/19/2014
213. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
214. The Sleepers 1/13/2003
215. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
216. The Stones 9/19/2014
217. The Surgeon At 2 A.M. 9/19/2014
218. The Swarm 1/3/2003
219. The Thin People 1/3/2003
220. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
221. The Tour 9/19/2014
222. The Trial Of A Man 9/19/2014
223. Three Women 1/3/2003
224. To A Jilted Lover 9/17/2014
225. To Eva Descending The Stair 9/17/2014
226. Totem 1/3/2003
227. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
228. Tulips 1/3/2003
229. Two Campers In Cloud Country 1/3/2003
230. Two Sisters Of Persephone 1/3/2003
231. Two Views Of A Cadaver Room 1/3/2003
232. Vanity Fair 1/1/2004
233. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
234. Virgin In A Tree 1/3/2003
235. Waking In Winter 9/19/2014
236. Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows 9/19/2014
237. Whitsun 9/19/2014
238. Who 9/19/2014
239. Widow 9/19/2014
240. Winter Landscape, With Rooks 1/13/2003
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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