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As if these physical privations weren't enough, Plath was out in the cold in another sense--her husband, Ted Hughes, had left her for another woman earlier that year. Despite all this (or perhaps because of it), the Ariel poems dazzle with their lyricism, their surprising and vivid imagery, and their wit. Rather than confining herself to her bleak surroundings, Plath draws from a wide array of experience. In "Berck-Plage," for instance, clouds are "electrifyingly-coloured sherbets, scooped from the freeze." In "The Night Dances," the poet stands crib-side, reveling in her son's own brand of do-si-do: "Such pure leaps and spirals--Surely they travel / The world forever, I shall not entirely / Sit emptied of beauties, the gift / Of your small breath..."
Though at times they present the reader with hopelessness laid bare, these poems also teem with the brightest shards of a life, confounding those who merely look for the words of a gloomy, dispassionate suicide. Plath rose each morning in the final months of her life to "that still blue, almost eternal hour before the baby's cry" and left us these words like "axes/After whose stroke the wood rings..." --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Plath's caustic rhetoric is as brilliant and powerful as ever--almost. This version of her poems takes out all of the line breaks in her poetry reach poem is now one long line of... Read morePublished 19 days ago by Carlos
I love Sylvia Plath's poetry (and The Bell Jar), so this just adds to my collection.Published 3 months ago by K. Shanabarger
At different times terrifying, haunting, exhilarating, sombre, and endearing, but always beautiful and intently crafted.Published 3 months ago by Austin