Sylvia Plath

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

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Born in 1932 to middle class parents in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, Sylvia Plath published her first poem at the age of eight. A sensitive person who tended to be a bit of a perfectionist she was what many would consider a model daughter and student - popular, a straight A student, always winning the best prizes. She won a scholarship to Smith College in 1950 and even then she had an enviable list of publications. While at Smith she wrote over four hundred poems.

However, beneath the surface of her seeming perfection were some grave discontinuities, some which probably were caused by the death of her father, an entomologist, when she was eight. During the summer after her ... more »

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  • ''Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.''
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. Isis (Oxford, May 6, 1956). Written while Plath was a student at Cambridge.
  • If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The narrator, in The Bell Jar, ch. 8 (1963).
  • Sunday—the doctor's paradise! Doctors at country clubs, doctors at the seaside, doctors with mistresses, doctors with wives, doctors in church, doctors in yachts, doctors everywhere resolutely be...
    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), U.S. poet. The narrator, in The Bell Jar, ch. 19 (1963).
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  • Britte Ninad Britte Ninad (8/13/2018 1:43:00 AM)

    Her allegorical writings were mostly life like and about her own life. Excellent and so powerful writer.

  • Rajat (5/21/2018 5:46:00 AM)

    Good poetry in mirror is a good lesson of class 10

  • justice wargrave (5/1/2018 2:29:00 PM)

    very nice mostly with the texture and the color i really wanted more but i was going toooo fast and hard uuuh.

  • Gulzar hussain ranjoor (3/29/2018 12:42:00 AM)

    Very nice

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  • Wolfgang John (3/11/2018 10:12:00 PM)

    Sylvia Plath was the most vastly overrated poet who ever lived! As someone wrote not too long ago, if she hadn't stuck her head in an oven, no one would remember her,

  • Pat Norris (3/8/2018 6:45:00 PM)

    Sylvia Plath was the most vastly overrated poet who ever lived! As someone wrote not too long ago, if she hadn't stuck her head in an oven, no one would remember her,

  • Ronaldo (11/27/2017 5:04:00 PM)

    the poets are really beast

  • Samantha Belk (11/16/2017 7:10:00 PM)

    It is my deepest conquest to understand the hidden link of such sorrow and solitude of Sylvia. I do believe she was suffering from such deep noted depression and acute social anxiety disorder. It is very clear that she was delusional and repressed. I will forever be touched by her poetry, I can relate with her emotional turmoil and inner burning hardship of emotions.

  • Doug Lewis (5/9/2017 6:15:00 PM)

    I am in love with a dead poet. Sylvia Plath's search for the perfect line involved sacrifice.
    She would have found that perfect line in her last few breaths. What a shame we never heard it.

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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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