Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
2. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
3. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
4. On Deck 9/19/2014
5. Incommunicado 9/19/2014
6. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
7. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
8. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
9. Magnolia Shoals 9/19/2014
10. Event 9/17/2014
11. The Glutton 9/19/2014
12. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
13. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
14. On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 9/19/2014
15. Recantation 9/19/2014
16. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
17. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
18. Private Ground 9/19/2014
19. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
20. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
21. Finisterre 9/17/2014
22. The Beekeeper's Daughter 9/17/2014
23. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
24. Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone 9/17/2014
25. Gold Mouths Cry 9/17/2014
26. Doom Of Exiles 9/17/2014
27. The Beast 9/19/2014
28. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
29. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
30. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
31. Crystal Gazer 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 Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
36. Spider 8/8/2016
37. Green Rock, Winthrop Bay 9/19/2014
38. The Everlasting Monday 9/17/2014
39. Rhyme 9/17/2014
40. The Fearful 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

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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