Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. Circus in Three Rings 8/29/2016
2. Brasilia 9/19/2014
3. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
4. Pheasant 9/17/2014
5. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
6. The Glutton 9/19/2014
7. Rhyme 9/17/2014
8. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
9. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
10. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
11. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
12. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
13. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
14. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
15. Bluebeard 9/17/2014
16. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
17. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
18. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
19. Spider 8/8/2016
20. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
21. Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone 9/17/2014
22. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
23. Natural History 9/19/2014
24. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
25. Whitsun 9/19/2014
26. The Beast 9/19/2014
27. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
28. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
29. Maudlin 9/19/2014
30. Crystal Gazer 9/19/2014
31. Child's Park Stones 9/19/2014
32. The Tour 9/19/2014
33. To Eva Descending The Stair 9/17/2014
34. The Hermit At Outermost House 9/17/2014
35. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
36. The Shrike 9/19/2014
37. The Detective 9/19/2014
38. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
39. On Deck 9/19/2014
40. The Fearful 9/19/2014

Comments about Sylvia Plath

  • 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.

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  • 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

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

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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.

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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