Sylvia Plath

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

Sylvia Plath Poems

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1. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
2. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
3. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
4. The Shrike 9/19/2014
5. Letter To A Purist 9/19/2014
6. The Detective 9/19/2014
7. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
8. Rhyme 9/17/2014
9. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
10. Recantation 9/19/2014
11. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
12. Private Ground 9/19/2014
13. Touch-And-Go 9/17/2014
14. Bluebeard 9/17/2014
15. Ode For Ted 9/19/2014
16. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
17. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
18. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
19. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
20. The Trial Of A Man 9/19/2014
21. Heavy Woman 9/19/2014
22. Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone 9/17/2014
23. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
24. The Death Of Myth-Making 9/19/2014
25. Face Lift 9/19/2014
26. Brasilia 9/19/2014
27. Stars Over The Dordogne 9/19/2014
28. Fable Of The Rhododendron Stealers 9/19/2014
29. Aquatic Nocturne 9/17/2014
30. April Aubade 9/17/2014
31. Family Reunion 9/19/2014
32. Departure 9/19/2014
33. Lament 9/17/2014
34. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
35. Event 9/17/2014
36. Pheasant 9/17/2014
37. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
38. Crystal Gazer 9/19/2014
39. The Lady And The Earthenware Head 9/19/2014
40. Yaddo : The Grand Manor 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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