Sylvia
Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist,
and short-story writer. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith
College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge, before receiving
acclaim as a poet and writer. She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956; they
lived together in the United States and then England, and had two children,
Frieda and Nicholas. Plath suffered from depression for much of her adult life,
and in 1963 she committed suicide.[Controversy continues to surround the events
of her life and death, as well as her writing and legacy.
Sylvia
Plath was one of the most dynamic and admired poets of the twentieth century.
By the time she took her life at the age of thirty, Plath already had a
following in the literary community. In the ensuing years her work attracted
the attention of a multitude of readers, who saw in her singular verse an
attempt to catalogue despair, violent emotion, and obsession with death. In the
New York Times Book Review, Joyce Carol Oates described Plath as "one of
the most celebrated and controversial of postwar poets writing in
English." Intensely autobiographical, Plath's poems explore her own mental
anguish, her troubled marriage to fellow poet Ted Hughes, her unresolved
conflicts with her parents, and her own vision of herself.
Ariel
by Sylvia
Plath
Stasis in
darkness.
Then the
substanceless blue
Pour of tor
and distances.
God's
lioness,
How one we
grow,
Pivot of heels
and knees!--The furrow
Splits and
passes, sister to
The brown
arc
Of the neck
I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries
cast dark
Hooks----
Black sweet
blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something
else
Hauls me
through air----
Thighs,
hair;
Flakes from
my heels.
White
Godiva, I
unpeel----
Dead hands,
dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to
wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's
cry
Melts in
the wall.
And I
Am the
arrow,
The dew
that flies,
Suicidal,
at one with the drive
Into the
red
Eye, the
cauldron of morning.
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