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. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
3. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
4. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
5. On Deck 9/19/2014
6. Incommunicado 9/19/2014
7. Whitsun 9/19/2014
8. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
9. Natural History 9/19/2014
10. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
11. Magnolia Shoals 9/19/2014
12. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
13. The Glutton 9/19/2014
14. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
15. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
16. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
17. The Detective 9/19/2014
18. Parliament Hill Fields 9/19/2014
19. On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad 9/19/2014
20. Owl 9/19/2014
21. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
22. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
23. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
24. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
25. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
26. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
27. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
28. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
29. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
30. Finisterre 9/17/2014
31. Gold Mouths Cry 9/17/2014
32. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
33. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
34. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
35. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
36. Heavy Woman 9/19/2014
37. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
38. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
39. The Ravaged Face 9/19/2014
40. Departure 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 ...

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Perseus

The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering

Head alone shows you in the prodigious act
Of digesting what centuries alone digest:
The mammoth, lumbering statuary of sorrow,
Indissoluble enough to riddle the guts
Of a whale with holes and holes, and bleed him white
Into salt seas. Hercules had a simple time,
Rinsing those stables: a baby's tears would do it.

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