Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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41. The Detective 9/19/2014
42. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
43. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
44. Letter To A Purist 9/19/2014
45. Green Rock, Winthrop Bay 9/19/2014
46. On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 9/19/2014
47. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
48. The Fearful 9/19/2014
49. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
50. Firesong 9/17/2014
51. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
52. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
53. The Goring 9/17/2014
54. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
55. Private Ground 9/19/2014
56. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
57. Departure 9/19/2014
58. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
59. To Eva Descending The Stair 9/17/2014
60. Whitsun 9/19/2014
61. Heavy Woman 9/19/2014
62. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
63. On Deck 9/19/2014
64. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
65. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
66. Ouija 9/19/2014
67. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
68. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
69. The Hermit At Outermost House 9/17/2014
70. Face Lift 9/19/2014
71. Family Reunion 9/19/2014
72. Widow 9/19/2014
73. Maenad 9/17/2014
74. Dirge For A Joker 9/17/2014
75. The Shrike 9/19/2014
76. The Jailer 9/19/2014
77. Natural History 9/19/2014
78. Recantation 9/19/2014
79. Song For A Summer's Day 9/19/2014
80. Frog Autumn 3/6/2015

Comments about Sylvia Plath

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

    A lady I love her works

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  • 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: // v=twIfwSvL9Uo

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

    Beyond Humanity's Vision

  • Rachel Gaddi (6/21/2013 2:37:00 PM)

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  • Sandy Player Sandy Player (3/5/2013 3:14:00 PM)

    Here we sit at our desks; I'm sure Plath would have descibed us as having a bowl of peanuts beside us.

  • Thilakan Eis (12/20/2012 6:43:00 AM)

    she is very popular poet 68752

  • Else Cederborg Else Cederborg (5/30/2012 9:04:00 PM)

    Such rage, such sudden insights are not seen in many. She was unique.

Best Poem of Sylvia Plath


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

Sheep In Fog

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells -

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