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. Yaddo : The Grand Manor 9/19/2014
3. New Year On Dartmoor 9/19/2014
4. The Net-Menders 9/19/2014
5. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor 9/19/2014
6. Natural History 9/19/2014
7. Terminal 9/17/2014
8. Brasilia 9/19/2014
9. Magnolia Shoals 9/19/2014
10. Notes To A Neophyte 9/19/2014
11. Blue Moles 9/17/2014
12. Pheasant 9/17/2014
13. The Great Carbuncle 9/19/2014
14. Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies 9/17/2014
15. Letter To A Purist 9/19/2014
16. The Shrike 9/19/2014
17. The Glutton 9/19/2014
18. The Companionable Ills 9/19/2014
19. The Times Are Tidy 9/19/2014
20. The Detective 9/19/2014
21. 'Célibataire' 9/19/2014
22. Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker 9/19/2014
23. Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond 9/19/2014
24. Recantation 9/19/2014
25. Verbal Calisthenics 9/17/2014
26. Private Ground 9/19/2014
27. The Manor Garden 9/19/2014
28. Bluebeard 9/17/2014
29. The Snowman On The Moor 9/19/2014
30. Battle-Scene From The Comic Operatic Fantasy The Seafarer 9/19/2014
31. Thalidomide 9/19/2014
32. Finisterre 9/17/2014
33. Alicante Lullaby 9/17/2014
34. Gold Mouths Cry 9/17/2014
35. Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone 9/17/2014
36. The Trial Of A Man 9/19/2014
37. Denouement Villanelle 9/19/2014
38. Doom Of Exiles 9/17/2014
39. Maudlin 9/19/2014
40. The Ravaged Face 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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