Sylvia Plath

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

Female Author - Poem by Sylvia Plath

All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.

Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses
Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms
Where polished higboys whisper creaking curses
And hothouse roses shed immortal blooms.

The garnets on her fingers twinkle quick
And blood reflects across the manuscript;
She muses on the odor, sweet and sick,
Of festering gardenias in a crypt,

And lost in subtle metaphor, retreats
From gray child faces crying in the streets.


Comments about Female Author by Sylvia Plath

  • Kamiel Chè (9/27/2017 11:24:00 AM)


    The language of Plath is fresh as ever, metaphors are very precise and impressive. To muse of the sweet and sick odor of decay, festering gardenias in a cryp. Oh sordid eloquence.
    Her craftsmanship is especially visible in this poem. It's a shame it is read only by the computer here.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 17, 2014



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