Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. Yaddo : The Grand Manor 9/19/2014
2. Circus in Three Rings 8/29/2016
3. Brasilia 9/19/2014
4. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
5. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
6. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
7. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
8. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
9. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
10. Natural History 9/19/2014
11. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
12. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
13. Crystal Gazer 9/19/2014
14. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
15. The Tour 9/19/2014
16. Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows 9/19/2014
17. Hardcastle Crags 9/17/2014
18. Channel Crossing 9/19/2014
19. Point Shirley 9/19/2014
20. Terminal 9/17/2014
21. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
22. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
23. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
24. The Detective 9/19/2014
25. Spider 8/8/2016
26. The Death Of Myth-Making 9/19/2014
27. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
28. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
29. Whitsun 9/19/2014
30. The Beast 9/19/2014
31. Maudlin 9/19/2014
32. Man In Black 9/19/2014
33. Sonnet : To Eva 9/17/2014
34. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
35. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
36. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
37. The Lady And The Earthenware Head 9/19/2014
38. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
39. Child's Park Stones 9/19/2014
40. Rhyme 9/17/2014

Comments about Sylvia Plath

  • 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)

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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.

  • 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) ]

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

Polly's Tree

A dream tree, Polly's tree:
a thicket of sticks,
each speckled twig

ending in a thin-paned
leaf unlike any
other on it

or in a ghost flower

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