In “Lady Lazarus,” Plath confesses her several attempts to commit suicide. In the second stanza, it seems like she kills herself and comes back to life–she can’t explain how she’s still alive, “A sort of walking miracle.” Plath mentions her fight against life, she calls life her enemy, “O my enemy” something that won’t let […]
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Sylvia Plath was a singularly troubled person, whose vision shone through the often dark and brooding origins of her poetry. Through her poetry, Plath expressed her views on a variety of topics, including the obstacles that are influenced by the female poet, which form the lure of self, death and several others. Among her most […]
Parental poetry very often examines the emotional foundations built upon the relationship between child and father, rather than child and mother. This preoccupation of poets with their fathers may stem from society’s demands that create distance between them. Whereas for most of history mothers and children had more access to each other and could develop […]
Everyone is worried from time to time when they think about it (DEATH). Scary for some people, and for some people hardly a lot to think about. Then there are some of us who are completely obsessed with death! Here are some ways you can tell if you’ve become obsessed with Death Your library pages […]
Cut by Sylvia Plath For Susan O’Neill Roe What a thrill– My thumb instead of an onion, The top quite gone Except for a sort of a hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The Indian’s axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carpet rolls Straight from […]
Sylvia Plath’s poem Mirror is an objectively serious poem which reveals the similarities between poems and the obsessive interest in the truth of reflections and the unhealthy dissatisfaction resulting from dwelling too long on an “exact” image of the present. Plath uses interesting perspective, significant structure, and deep metaphors to also illustrate the similarity between […]
Man. So the most famous poet today is the late Ted Hughes. Not as the former poet-laureate or as the author of those collections of opinions “Lupercal” or “Crow”; but as the husband of Sylvia Plath, whose infidelity helped to wake her up to mourning and death, as the man who presides over the estate […]
Sylvia Plath was born on October 27, 1932. She was born into a world in which the man was dominant. Her father who was a scientist and beekeeper passed away when she was eight years old. She wrote her first poem at the age of ten and continued to write for many years. Her first […]