Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. Green Rock, Winthrop Bay 9/19/2014
2. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
3. On Deck 9/19/2014
4. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
5. Natural History 9/19/2014
6. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
7. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
8. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
9. The Shrike 9/19/2014
10. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
11. The Detective 9/19/2014
12. Parliament Hill Fields 9/19/2014
13. On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 9/19/2014
14. Owl 9/19/2014
15. Rhyme 9/17/2014
16. Recantation 9/19/2014
17. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
18. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
19. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
20. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
21. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
22. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
23. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
24. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
25. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
26. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
27. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
28. Finisterre 9/17/2014
29. Incommunicado 9/19/2014
30. Heavy Woman 9/19/2014
31. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
32. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
33. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
34. Gold Mouths Cry 9/17/2014
35. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
36. Face Lift 9/19/2014
37. Doom Of Exiles 9/17/2014
38. Brasilia 9/19/2014
39. Whitsun 9/19/2014
40. The Beast 9/19/2014
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

Jilted

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

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