Who is Sylvia PlathSylvia Plath (/plæθ/; October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956, and they lived together in the United States and then in England. They had two children, Frieda and Nicholas, before separating in 1962.
Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, and was treated multiple times with electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). She died by suicide in 1963.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections, The Colossus and Other Poem...
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Sylvia Plath Poems
- Waking In Winter
I can taste the tin of the sky â??- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations â??- ...
- Love Is A Parallax
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy:
train tracks always meet, not here, but only
in the impossible mind's eye;
horizons beat a retreat as we embark ...
- The Great Carbuncle
We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering ...
- The Death Of Myth-making
Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag,
To grind our knives and scissors:
Lantern-jawed Reason, squat Common Sense,
One courting doctors of all sorts, ...
The groundhog on the mountain did not run
But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern
And faced me, back to a ledge of dirt, to rattle
Her sallow rodent teeth like castanets ...
Top 10 most used topics by Sylvia PlathBlue 40 Green 40 White 37 Black 34 Love 32 Sun 32 I Love You 32 Red 30 Dark 29 Light 27
Sylvia Plath Quotes
- I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
- I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.
- Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
- What did my hands do before they held you?
Comments about Sylvia Plath
- Belledevereux_: as time goes on i get more and more appreciative of sylvia plath’s writing
- Finleytracey2: finally got to go book shopping today!! so happy to finally get the collected poems of sylvia plath, i have all her books but not some of the unpublished pieces, until now!!!
- Crazyfrogfan420: gonna be a hater unprovoked rn: i see so many accounts that tweet like 2018 hf nosejob twitter mixed with jenny craigslist circa 2018/2019 mixed with a weird copy and paste personality of being a dasha wannabe & reading sylvia plath. just a mix of other ppl's personalities.
- Sylwiabrzozows5: the polish translations of sylvia plath must have litte to do with the gist of the originals because i had read some of her poems in high school and they did not move me all that much. the orignal ones did once i was fluent in english.
- Yahialababidi: "for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge .. and there is a charge, a very large charge, for a word or a touch or a bit of blood or a piece of my hair or my clothes.” ―sylvia plath