Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
121. The Jailer 9/19/2014
122. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
123. The Stones 9/19/2014
124. Magi 9/17/2014
125. Candles 9/17/2014
126. The Surgeon At 2 A.M. 9/19/2014
127. All The Dead Dears 9/17/2014
128. Metaphors 9/19/2014
129. Burning The Letters 9/17/2014
130. Prospect 1/3/2003
131. Landowners 1/3/2003
132. The Bull Of Bendylaw 1/3/2003
133. Sculptor 1/3/2003
134. Wintering 1/3/2003
135. Purdah 1/3/2003
136. The Couriers 1/3/2003
137. Two Sisters Of Persephone 1/3/2003
138. Love Is A Parallax 9/17/2014
139. Winter Landscape, With Rooks 1/13/2003
140. Virgin In A Tree 1/3/2003
141. Lyonnesse 1/1/2004
142. Two Campers In Cloud Country 1/3/2003
143. Nick And The Candlestick 1/3/2003
144. The Other Two 1/3/2003
145. Resolve 1/3/2003
146. Polly's Tree 1/3/2003
147. Goatsucker 1/3/2003
148. Sleep In The Mojave Desert 1/3/2003
149. The Eye-Mote 1/3/2003
150. Strumpet Song 1/3/2003
151. The Sleepers 1/13/2003
152. The Munich Mannequins 1/3/2003
153. The Manor Garden 12/22/2003
154. Totem 1/3/2003
155. Vanity Fair 1/1/2004
156. The Queen's Complaint 1/3/2003
157. Fiesta Melons 1/3/2003
158. Sleepers 1/3/2003
159. Two Views Of A Cadaver Room 1/3/2003
160. Leaving Early 1/13/2003

Comments about Sylvia Plath

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/11/2008 4:51:00 AM)

    gets the colour of life in its pure form.

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  • James Papastamos (6/10/2008 7:07:00 PM)

    The story of Sylvia Plath just reinforces my deep-seated belief that 'where there is tragedy, there is art'. I have, as of yet, not once encountered a 'happy poet'. Poetry shall always remain a far superior form of literature, as opposed to the composition of fiction, non fiction, plays and scripts for movies. When I read a poem, I am gazing deep into the hidden chambers of the author's tortured soul - chambers that hide some mysterious secret, yearning to break free from the confines that civilization often imposes on humanity. Poetry comes from the heart. To understand poetry, one must be able to 'read between the lines'. When I read Sylvia Plath's poems, I not only read between the lines; I dive, head first, into its troubled waters - J. Papastamos

  • Danielle Stith (3/1/2008 5:26:00 AM)

    I wish other poetry lovers could actually spell things right.

    Sylvia Plath is amazing. I love the Poem 'Crossing the River'. It is beautiful, but it's not uncommon to find something that she has written to be beautiful.

    She may have not gotten treatment because of the fear that she could lose her poetic skills if she did. If this is the case, she may have died for her cause, which is incredible.

  • Keeep Smilie (2/28/2008 11:09:00 AM)

    Sylvia Plath

    Sylvia Plath is one of the great poets,
    she is just an febuleous poet
    ilove her poetry and my favourite poem is 'MORNING SONG'

  • Séamus Fox (1/31/2008 7:16:00 AM)

    My Literal lover

    For Sylvia Plath

    I think I have fallen
    for a dead poetess she
    is dark and fraught with
    bleeding flowers and
    Nazi symbolism and
    bags full of god and
    other equally striking
    metaphors for heaven.
    She was exquisite with
    language drawing sighs
    and laughter and tears
    but it is not about her
    story, which was tragic,
    it is her way on the page
    that blushes in my mind
    simple yet so complex.
    She enthuses me with her
    voice she speaks through me
    into the empty room simply
    knowing her words is not
    sufficient I must hear them.
    No living woman could give
    what she has left me with.
    Love in a literal sense is much
    much more fulfilling than all
    that over rated pushing and
    waiting for the phone to stop.


  • Jocelynn Halbauer (10/29/2007 3:44:00 PM)

    Sylvia Plath is an exellent poet, but did anyone else notice that some of her poems are missing?
    e.g. Dirge For A Joker

  • ari anna arena (1/20/2007 2:39:00 AM)

    The heart can be a cruel teacher.

  • James Papastamos (11/21/2006 5:04:00 PM)

    Sylvia Plath wrote with anger and intensity. One doesn't even have to read between the lines to notice this. Where there is tragedy, there is art. Sylvia Path was a true, genuine lyric poet; and her poems reflect a truth, about as genuine, that poets are destined to suffer at the hands of fate - thepoetineye

  • Kellie Marie Sweeney (11/2/2006 1:42:00 PM)

    I really love syliva plath she is the reason i read poetry she reall got me into it, she led me to such poets as emily dickinson, evan boland and elizabeth bishop my favourite poem by syliva plath is poppies in july

  • Kimberly Kastner (4/22/2006 2:24:00 PM)

    I recently bought a book of her collected poems. My favorites are 'Southern Sunrise, ' 'Soliloquy Of The Sollipsist, ' 'Cinderella, ' and 'April Aubade.'

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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