Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
2. Natural History 9/19/2014
3. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
4. Brasilia 9/19/2014
5. Whitsun 9/19/2014
6. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
7. Magnolia Shoals 9/19/2014
8. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
9. Pheasant 9/17/2014
10. Event 9/17/2014
11. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
12. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
13. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
14. Prologue To Spring 9/19/2014
15. Owl 9/19/2014
16. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
17. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
18. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
19. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
20. Private Ground 9/19/2014
21. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
22. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
23. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
24. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
25. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
26. Finisterre 9/17/2014
27. On Deck 9/19/2014
28. The Rabbit Catcher 9/19/2014
29. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
30. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
31. The Trial Of A Man 9/19/2014
32. Heavy Woman 9/19/2014
33. Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone 9/17/2014
34. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
35. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
36. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
37. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
38. Maudlin 9/19/2014
39. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
40. Crystal Gazer 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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