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. Brasilia 9/19/2014
3. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
4. The Shrike 9/19/2014
5. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
6. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
7. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
8. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
9. The Burnt-Out Spa 9/19/2014
10. Soliloquy Of The Solipsist 9/17/2014
11. In Midas' Country 9/19/2014
12. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
13. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
14. The Sleepers 9/19/2014
15. The Beekeeper's Daughter 9/17/2014
16. The Princess And The Goblins 12/28/2015
17. Circus in Three Rings 8/29/2016
18. Eavesdropper 9/19/2014
19. Gold Mouths Cry 9/17/2014
20. Whitsun 9/19/2014
21. The Ravaged Face 9/19/2014
22. Family Reunion 9/19/2014
23. April Aubade 9/17/2014
24. A Sorcerer Bids Farewell To Seem 9/17/2014
25. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
26. The Lady And The Earthenware Head 9/19/2014
27. The Tour 9/19/2014
28. Who 9/19/2014
29. Child's Park Stones 9/19/2014
30. The Hermit At Outermost House 9/17/2014
31. Dark House 9/17/2014
32. Frog Autumn 3/6/2015
33. Green Rock, Winthrop Bay 9/19/2014
34. Hardcastle Crags 9/17/2014
35. Black Pine Tree In An Orange Light 9/17/2014
36. Point Shirley 9/19/2014
37. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
38. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
39. Bluebeard 9/17/2014
40. The Manor Garden 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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