Come here, sweetie, out of the closet. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof Against fire and bombs through the roof. In those respects, it makes excellent reading for brooding adolescents, but not every class will be able to cope simultaneously with intelligent study of poetry and the words 'breasts', 'crutch' and 'rubber crotch', so choose carefully who gets this treat. I notice you are stark naked. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— 2 Mirror Published: 1971 Mirror was written by Plath in 1961 but it was published posthumously, ten years later, as part of her collection of poetry Crossing the Water. She is regarded as a pioneer in the genre of C onfessional poetry, a term used to define poems which focus on the individual; her experience, her psyche, her trauma and the like.
His head is a little interior of grey mirrors. Her life was complicated and chaotic, catastrophic. Someday, I will read it again. Well, I hope you're better now. Naked as paper to startBut in twenty-five years she'll be silver,In fifty, gold. About Sylvia Plath Sylvia Plath was a famous American poet, novelist and short story writer.
Suicide, though, is presented as a desirable alternative in many of these works. Another suicide attempt, now in the form of a car accident, followed. I keep coming back to Sylvia Plath whenever I'm trying to make sense of my own troubles. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. After hacking away at this collected poems for the better part of six months, I'm not sure I have any interest in rating the poems.
However, another theme not to be overlooked is the intense eroticism of Sylvia's poetry. Not only that she'll be your living doll, defined as a helpless, docile person, a plaything. I notice you are stark naked. She then transforms into an arrow to prevent her submission and kill her oppressor; and finally identifies herself as water, a symbol of femininity and purification. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk.
. I do it so it feels real. And here comes the first of three repeated lines - Will you marry it? Although her earlier poems aren't to my particular taste, and you can tell her command of the craft is still developing, it's so wonderful to be able to trace that evolution from obviously talented novice to absolute master. Her life has fascinated millions, and also her poetry. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
But I can explain the affect it had on me. It is not just women who are trapped in this bleak, materialistic society with its approach to marriage, though I think the main commentary here is about women. Here she met and married the English poet in 1956. Had she had the chance to develop that style, she likely would have fulfilled her early pro Astute, ironic, and intense, Plath's poems brood over a wide range of topics, through language that's cutting in its precision. The lines are conversational and offer a mixed bag of poetical feet.
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. You have a hole, it's a poultice. Moving, evocative and completely unforgettable. She compares her skin to a Nazi lampshade. So when I saw there was a book of her poetry I just had to buy it and read it.
I notice you are stark naked. In 1963 a novel The Bell Jar was published. Each gesture flees immediately down an alley Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance Drains like water out the hole at the far end. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. She won a scholarship to Smith College in 1950 and even then she had an enviable list of publications. Sylvia Plath was super gangsta. Over all I thought it was a interesting read and would recomend it to anyone looking for a book to read for halloween.
Listen to her reading her poems. And its the only book I don't lend out the friends and family. Now your head, excuse me, is empty. This will only lead to ridicule and the epiphany that close family and friends have not been laughing with you all those years, but at you. She often evokes the sea and the fields to great effect. Now your head, excuse me, is empty. The narrator of the poem is placed in the classical world and mourns her inability to put back together a toppled colossus.