Sylvia Plath — English Poetry Library

English Poetry Library

Sylvia Plath1932–196320th century Sylvia Plath was an American poet and author. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for The Colossus and Other Poems (1960), Ariel (1965), and The Bell Jar (1963), a semi-autobiographical novel published one month before her suicide. The Collected Poems was published in 1981, which included previously unpublished works. For this collection Plath was awarded a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1982, making her the fourth person to receive this honor posthumously.

Poems

107 poems

22 November 1955-18 April 195613 lines
Again we are deluded and infer16 lines
Against the cracking climate.18 lines
Already your doll grip lets go.4 lines
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.5 lines
And a small Dalmatian.17 lines
And brim; the city melts like sugar.7 lines
And I slept on like a bent finger.6 lines
And secretly she began to hope I’d die.4 lines
AREAS.18 lines
At seven the next morning the telephone rang.31 lines
Beside the postcard stalls.5 lines
Bits of burnt paper wheeling in a blown sky.7 lines
Blackberrying10 lines
Blue shrub behind the glass5 lines
BUSINESS WITH PACIFIC TELEPHONE.9 lines
Candles10 lines
Chapter 1 | 1563 lines
Chapter 1967 lines
Chapter 236 lines
Chapter 2 | 2560 lines
Chapter 366 lines
Chapter 467 lines
Chapter 4 | 4371 lines
Chapter 4 | 4571 lines
Chapter 5 | 5370 lines
Chapter 5 | 5753 lines
Chapter 5 | 594 lines
Chapter 731 lines
Chapter 7 | 7138 lines
Chapter 7 | 7371 lines
Chapter 7 | 7570 lines
Chapter 7 | 7733 lines
Chapter G30 lines
Chapter I31 lines
Direct Distance Dialing | Lawndale9 lines
Each gesture flees immediately down an alley11 lines
Employee15 lines
Even my best friend thinks I’m in the country.8 lines
Exhale their pallor like scent.4 lines
Face Lift8 lines
Finisterre4 lines
Giving everybody a fair hearing.12 lines
Gold leaves shiver5 lines
He fights you. He is strong.16 lines
Heavy Women5 lines
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.8 lines
Hollywood @ lemple City @ Irwindale11 lines
If I pay the roots of the heather4 lines
In Plaster5 lines
In the afternoon we went to see a baby born.68 lines
INDEX OF LOCALITIES8 lines
Innovation4 lines
Insomniac8 lines
July 1930-July 195312 lines
Known Accessibility Issues and Areas for6 lines
Leaving Early9 lines
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS8 lines
Love Letter12 lines
MAR 28 19638 lines
Matched the stripes of his socks.8 lines
My list grew longer.32 lines
Never mind the three dimensions6 lines
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed8 lines
Now I see it must be one or the other of us.4 lines
On the blue green part of the map.7 lines
On the flat yellow part of the map5 lines
On the orange part of the map.8 lines
On the yellow part of the map.5 lines
One can remember men and houses by.5 lines
One mindless April leaves heave sighs5 lines
Operator Service dial OPERATOR4 lines
Page9 lines
Please include the following information:8 lines
PUBLIC DOMAIN CORE COLLECTION TEAM23 lines
PUBLISHER'S NOTE74 lines
September I6 lines
Series Introduction | 113 lines
She lay in bed with me like a dead body24 lines
Simply because she looked after me so badly.4 lines
Small Hours4 lines
So I went to my Class Dean with a clever plan.42 lines
Stillborn8 lines
That because of these36 lines
That glide ahead of the very thirsty.5 lines
That is the fear she has—the fear4 lines
That will put her heart out like an only eye.5 lines
The abstracts hover like dull angels:12 lines
The air to orange9 lines
The Babysitters9 lines
The black slots of their pupils take me in.6 lines
The bold gulls dove as if they owned it all.8 lines
The leaves on slipshod feet5 lines
The mists are part of the ancient paraphernalia—9 lines
The only thing to come now is the sea.7 lines
The roses in the Toby jug4 lines
The same thing happened over and over:13 lines
Then I heard the sound of somebody breathing.7 lines
There was a silence.30 lines
There were twelve of us at the hotel.48 lines
They’ve changed all that. Traveling9 lines
Toward their admirers in the tabletop:6 lines
Wessachuseimts27 lines
Widow. The bitter spider sits21 lines
Wuthering Heights4 lines
You ask who from.41 lines
Your cry fades like the cry of a gnat.12 lines