Most of the end notes gloss Plath's weird ideas of what the poems were "about," or charts biographical context.
And, frankly, many of the poems just aren't good — or, rather, they aren't up to the standards that Plath herself sets in other poems. What we need is an edition of selected poems, not simply Ariel in one form or another, that judiciously picks from all the work, surrenders biography to anything other than a note on the author, and keeps Ted Hughes many arm lengths away with all due respect, sir. A sensational life story does not write a poem, and neither does such a biography warrant that we collect and document every scribbling ever written by an author.
I say, let Sylvia rest, and let the great poems be revived, free of the shackles that bound their author. That's a bit dramatic, but you'll have to forgive me — I just finished reading a few hundred pages of Sylvia Plath. Sep 04, Galih Khumaeni rated it really liked it Shelves: Here's my favorite poem from this book: The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole — A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Over and over the old, granular movie Exposes embarrassments—the mizzling days Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams, Pare Here's my favorite poem from this book: Over and over the old, granular movie Exposes embarrassments—the mizzling days Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams, Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful, A garden of buggy rose that made him cry. His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks. Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.
He is immune to pills: Those sugary planets whose influence won for him A life baptized in no-life for a while, And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby. Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods. Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good. His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.
Each gesture flees immediately down an alley Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance Drains like water out the hole at the far end. He lives without privacy in a lidless room, The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.
Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments. Already he can feel daylight, his white disease, Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions. The city is a map of cheerful twitters now, And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank, Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.
Los poemas de Sylvia Plath son como las cicatrices, escritos en tinta indeleble. Camino entre ellos, pero no se dan cuenta. Forse l'oblio, come una neve gentile, avrebbe dovuto attutire e coprire tutto.
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Ma quelle cose facevano parte di me. Erano il mio paesaggio. Sylvia Plath, La campana di vetro. Jun 01, Jason Lilly rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: It would be an understatement to say that I fell in love with Sylvia Plath. The Bell Jar sank my heart, broke it in two, and revived it again. Her choice of words, even in prose, dance through your mind and are hard to forget. This is especially true, though, of her poetry. Each poem has a beautiful life of its own, but together as an anthology, the poems show Plath's true heart, fickle, angry, passionate, uninhibited.
From the more disturbing poems like "Daddy" to finding eloquent beauty is simp It would be an understatement to say that I fell in love with Sylvia Plath. From the more disturbing poems like "Daddy" to finding eloquent beauty is simple things like "Black Rook in Rainy Weather". This collection is the best there is. While "Ariel" may be her most famous collection, this anthology includes so much more, compiling a collection of poems that span her writing career, from , as well as some of her early work.
The book also contains a modest introduction from Plath's once-companion Ted Hughes. A complete list of poems composed before Index of Titles and First Lines I've taught this collection at A Level and it was a challenging yet enlightening experience.
Plath's imagistic, brutal poems are beautiful yet cutting. Our appreciation of her work is certainly heightened by a knowledge of relevant biographical information her father's death and the effect it had upon her; her marriage to Ted; her psychological and emotional state; her suicide attempts etc but these poems are engaging literary gems in themselves. Vibrant colour symbolism, aggressive imagery, h I've taught this collection at A Level and it was a challenging yet enlightening experience.
Vibrant colour symbolism, aggressive imagery, haunting and complex subject matters.. It is worth noting, however, that Hughes edited Plath's posthumous publications. His 'Birthday Letters' clearly portray the situation as he wishes it to be viewed; and one cannot help but wonder if he has censored Plath somewhat here After all, he did famously destroy one of her journals Oct 22, Sekaquaptewa rated it really liked it.
I have never really liked poetry, so I wasn't sure if I was going to like this book when I first started it, but after reading this collection my feelings have really changed. Sylvia Plath is a very powerful poet, who can turn an ordinary experience into a thunderstorm of emotions. For example, in her poem "Cut" she writes about cutting her thumb while cooking. While this sounds mundane, her choice of words and tempo make a hauntingly beautiful poem. In my favorite poem in the book, "Lady Lazaru I have never really liked poetry, so I wasn't sure if I was going to like this book when I first started it, but after reading this collection my feelings have really changed.
In my favorite poem in the book, "Lady Lazarus" This poem tells the story of a woman who can come back to life. It reads "Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. Kind of dark, but in a good way, which is really the theme of the whole book. I would recommend this book to people for like poetry and have long attention spans, because staying focused was the main thing I had a problem with. Over all I thought it was a interesting read and would recomend it to anyone looking for a book to read for halloween.
May 14, Eli Phillips rated it it was amazing. Apr 01, Grace rated it it was amazing Shelves: I think this collection may be even more essential than Ariel, though Ariel is more of a landmark. This book is literally therapy for me. I don't care if Plath is a cliche; she was a genius and you can experience it through this work. Hace que no quieras dejar de leerla. Oct 10, Eileen rated it it was amazing. These are beautiful, honest, wrenching poems.
They are all haunting, but my thoughts keep coming back to two in particular. In CHILD, Sylvia Plath tells her baby how she would love for his beautiful eyes to reflect only wonderful things rather than the anxious, troubled spirit she has become. Speaking in the first person, she te These are beautiful, honest, wrenching poems. The Mirror says of her mistress: When I first tackled this in , I just If you feel the same, especially if you love the Bell Jar as I do, come back to it. Jul 06, Robby rated it it was amazing. I am fascinated by insanity, instability, depression.
People who fall into that hole and never get out, who resurface only to fall right back in. I am fascinated by their stories, how they got there, how things end, and how they get there. She is notorious for many things, her honesty, her imagery, and the way she took her own I am fascinated by insanity, instability, depression. She is notorious for many things, her honesty, her imagery, and the way she took her own life. Before that, while she was in college, she took a slew of sleeping pills and hid under her house.
She was always a creative woman, even in those shocking ways. I will be the first to admit, though, that knowing of these things she did only made me more excited to read her poetry. I have also read the only novel she wrote, the semi-autobiographical The Bell Jar.
She published it under the pseudonym of Victoria Lucas, but people knew that it was her. I read it over a year ago, before I began this blog. I did not understand. Someday, I will read it again. But many things are still a mystery. So I will read it again, in a few months or years time. I will return to this. In the beginning, though I understand poetry more than I ever have before, I was still very confused.
The images in her poems are complex yet, if you look deeply into each and every single poem, it is much easier to relate them to the life of this young woman. She died when she was 30, maybe only a third of the way through her life. Her life was complicated and chaotic, catastrophic. The poems came only when she was in the midst of something, whether internal or external. But when they did come, they came.
Do collected poems provide a complete account of an author?
She wrote with the intention of compiling them into a collection. She met her husband, she had children, and she was even a teacher for a brief period at her alma mater Smith College. She returned to England, her marriage fell apart, and over the course of 7 years, Sylvia wrote hundreds of poems. But Ariel, her second collection which was published posthumously, came quickly over the course of the final months of her life.
She was always writing. Two more collections were published after Ariel, and then this collection was published. It won the Pulitzer Prize, and was the first posthumous publication to do so. She wrote The Bell Jar, and also a collection of short stories. She wrote in journals, which have been published together in another collection. Her life has fascinated millions, and also her poetry. But I can explain the affect it had on me. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff and I had 30 seconds to decide whether or not to jump. I felt like I was about to explode. I was hiding under my house.
I was trying to teach a classroom full of children how to write poetry. My marriage was falling apart. I was falling apart. But also, these poems are about everything. They are about Sylvia, and the world. They are about the reader, and the things they are going through at that exact time. All of these poems have something beautiful, including the Juvenilia and the drafts of poems in the Notes section. Go on Youtube and search Sylvia Plath. Listen to her reading her poems. If I read the poems aloud, in my voice, I had a better understanding.
But hearing her voice speaking the words, including the words of the last poem she ever wrote, is haunting and beautiful and perfect. It is simple and complex at the same time, knocking down all of these boundaries and walls and just plowing through you, the reader.
Her word choices are meticulous even though, at times, I felt the need to rush through poems. The pacing was quick and slow and each line led to the next line and the poems all begin and end in a single, swift arc. Her poetry is inspiring. I am already waiting for next summer, so I can come back to this. Thanks for making it this far. Sylvia Plath is one of the poets that will be in Literature forever. But reading it last fall, I knew I had to come back to this collection. And I have, and it was brilliant. Every single poem in this collection is brilliant, the hundreds of them.
If you are a poet, read this. If you are not a poet, read this. Jun 14, Anna Kander added it Shelves: There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Known primarily for her poetry, Plath also wrote a semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar , under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas. The book's protagonist, Esther Greenwood, is a bright, ambitious student at Smith College who begins to experience a mental breakdown while interning for a fashion magazine in New York.
The plot paralle Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. The plot parallels Plath's experience interning at Mademoiselle magazine and subsequent mental breakdown and suicide attempt. Along with Anne Sexton , Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry initiated by Robert Lowell and W. Despite her remarkable artistic, academic, and social success at Smith, Plath suffered from severe depression and underwent a period of psychiatric hospitalization.
She graduated from Smith with highest honours in and went on to Newnham College, Cambridge, in England, on a Fulbright fellowship. Here she met and married the English poet Ted Hughes in For the following two years she was an instructor in English at Smith College. In , shortly after Plath and Hughes returned to England from America, her first collection of poems appeared as The Colossus.
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She also gave birth to a daughter, Frieda Rebecca. Plath took her own life on the morning of February 11, Leaving out bread and milk, she completely sealed the rooms between herself and her sleeping children with "wet towels and cloths. Her father was Otto Emil Plath.
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One season in hell, another in the temporarily pleasant, clear sky, and at the end the sad pulchritude of another dress rehearsal for the big sleep. Published in Galician Classics. Thirty-One Years on the Way to Heaven If death is a necessary incident which penetrates me silent without fury treacherous and uniformly cruel with the sweat created at nights by the failure of a body that knows its dominions conquered by the ongoing offence of facts.
V What can I offer the one who attempts me? VI Sleepless nights like damp sheets in the circumvolutions of my brain hung out in the wind of danger eruption and eternal combustion of another desired skin that would burn in the flames its vision ignited. Translated from Galician by Jonathan Dunne.