Sylvia Plath

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

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  • Ronaldo (11/27/2017 5:04:00 PM)

    the poets are really beast

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  • 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.

  • MIKE TOPN B (9/11/2016 3:48:00 PM)

    Nice

  • Olorundare Tiwatope (4/27/2016 6:59:00 AM)

    A lady I love her works

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (1/18/2016 8:51:00 AM)

    '' The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were making a noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings were making a noise, and the river was making a noise, but I couldn't hear a thing. The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for the good it did me. ''
    [from 'The Bell Jar' (1963) ]

  • John Hardesty (5/20/2015 8:56:00 AM)

    Here we travel upon an old path,
    meditating on the poet, Sylvia Plath;
    A complicated lady, and driven poet,
    who's madness, and melancholy, for whom would never show it;
    Yet, like all poets, and writers,
    She became obsessed with something more mightier,
    For death, is never at limits to the truth,
    beckons the old, and brimming youth;
    Poets take up an oath and pen,
    dole out their wrenching soul until the end,
    as prose and poetry their only companions, and pain,
    for she engendered the recurrence of something that couldn't remain,
    whilst the gilded rose from Jamaica Plain,
    lives on through the pages of her God forsaken domain. _ John Hardesty

  • Gigi Levin Gigi Levin (9/16/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    Suze Collette, I cant click on them either. This is b/c if they provide the text, PoemHunter could face copyright issues. It pissed me off too.

  • D.l. Aceves D.l. Aceves (4/25/2014 9:41:00 AM)

    A nice reading on YouTube of Plath's poem 'Mad Girl's Love Song' here: https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=twIfwSvL9Uo

  • Cal Shummon (12/4/2013 12:06:00 PM)

    Beyond Humanity's Vision

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

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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