21. Plath, Sylvia Definition Of Plath, Sylvia In The Free Online Encyclopedia. Plath, Sylvia, 1932–63, American poet, b. Boston. Educated at Smith College and Cambridge, Plath published poems even as a child and won many academic and literary awards. http://encyclopedia2.thefreedictionary.com/Plath, Sylvia

22. Plath, Sylvia Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist. She is most famous for her semiautobiographical novel http://www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/Sylvia_Plath

Plath, Sylvia From New World Encyclopedia Jump to: navigation search Previous (Sylvanus Morley) Next (Symbiosis) Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet , novelist, short story writer, and essayist. She is most famous for her semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar and her advancements in confessional poetry building on the work of Robert Lowell and W.D. Snodgrass. Plath has been widely researched and followed since her controversial suicide . She has gained fame as one of the greatest poets of her generation. Widely read throughout the world, Sylvia Plath has risen to iconic status because of her emotional poetry dealing with loss and depression, and has thus touched many people struggling with the same feelings. In 1982, Plath became the first poet to win a Pulitzer Prize posthumously for The Collected Poems Contents Early Life Education Marriage Motherhood ... Credits Early Life Sylvia Plath was born in 1932 to Otto Plath and Aurelia Schober. Her mother had graduated second in her class from high school and served as valedictorian for her undergraduate studies at Boston University. She remained at Boston University to pursue her graduate studies in English and German. It was there that she met Otto Plath, a professor of German and Biology. Otto Plath served as one of Aurelia's teachers, and though he was married at the time (having been separated for thirteen years), the two fell in love. Otto received a divorce, and the two were married on January 4, 1932. Their first child, Sylvia, was born in Jamaica Plain

23. Lady Lazarus Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/ladylaz

Lady Lazarus I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin my enemy. Do I terrify? The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day. Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die. This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade. What a million filaments. The peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see Them unwrap me hand and foot The big strip tease. Gentlemen, ladies These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. Dying Is an art, like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute Amused shout: 'A miracle!' That knocks me out. There is a charge For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood Or a piece of my hair or my clothes. So, so, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy. I am your opus, I am your valuable, The pure gold baby That melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern. Ash, ash - You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

24. Plath, Sylvia - Definition Of Plath, Sylvia By The Free Online Dictionary, Thesa Thesaurus Legend Synonyms Related Words Antonyms. Noun 1. Sylvia Plath United States writer and poet (1932-1963) Plath http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Plath, Sylvia

25. Plath, Sylvia - Encyclopedia Britannica - On History Full Name Sylvia Plath. Nationality American Activity American author. Born 2710-1932 Died 11-02-1963 http://www.history.co.uk/encyclopedia/plath-sylvia.html

26. Ariel Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/ariel

Ariel 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.

27. Sylvia Plath Definition Of Sylvia Plath In The Free Online Encyclopedia. Plath, Sylvia, 1932–63, American poet, b. Boston. Educated at Smith College and Cambridge, Plath published poems even as a child and won many academic and literary awards. http://encyclopedia2.thefreedictionary.com/Sylvia Plath

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29. Daddy Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/daddy

30. Plath, Sylvia In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. http://lesdoigtsbleus.tripod.com/id226.htm

var TlxPgNm='id226'; Build your own FREE website at Tripod.com Share: Facebook Twitter Digg reddit document.write(lycos_ad['leaderboard']); document.write(lycos_ad['leaderboard2']); Poetry Library Akhmatova, Anna Arabian Nights Arp, Jean Hans ... Paz, Octavio Plath, Sylvia Poe, Edgar Allen Pope, Alexander Rilke, Rainer Maria Rumi, Djalal-ud-Din ... Yushij, Nima Plath, Sylvia Mystic The air is a mill of hooks- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God, what is the remedy? Once one has been seized up Without a part left over, Not a toe, not a finger, and used, Used utterly, in the sun’s conflagrations, the stains That lengthen from ancient cathedrals What is the remedy? The pill of the Communion tablet, The walking beside still water? Memory? Or picking up the bright pieces Of Christ in the faces of rodents, The tame flower-nibblers, the ones Whose hopes are so low they are comfortable- The humpback in his small, washed cottage

31. Edge Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/edge

Edge The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each dead child coiled, a white serpent, One at each little Pitcher of milk, now empty She has folded Them back into her body as petals Of a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odors bleed From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring from her hood of bone. She is used to this sort of thing. Her blacks crackle and

32. Elm Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/elm

Elm I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, the big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me. I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

33. Plath, Sylvia | Define Plath, Sylvia At Dictionary.com Cultural Dictionary Plath, Sylvia definition A twentiethcentury American writer whose collections of poetry, including the posthumously published Ariel , strongly influenced http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/plath, sylvia?qsrc=2446

34. Poppies In October Text of the poem in plain-text format. http://www.palace.net/~llama/poetry/poppies

Poppies in October Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By a sky Palely and flamily Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes Dulled to a halt under bowlers. O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

35. Sylvia Plath — Infoplease.com Encyclopedia Plath, Sylvia. Plath, Sylvia, 1932–63, American poet, b. Boston. Educated at Smith College and Cambridge, Plath published poems even as a child and won many academic and http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0839324.html

36. Untitled Document, Joyce Carol Oates: The Death Throes Of Romanticism: The Poetr Essay on the poetry of Sylvia Plath, by Joyce Carol Oates. http://www.usfca.edu/fac-staff/southerr/throes.html

37. Sylvia Plath Das Leben von Sylvia Plath in einem Kurzportrait von Norgard Kohlhagen. http://www.dichterinnen.de/Plath/

Sylvia Plath »Masken sind heutzutage an der Tagesordnung...« Zitiermöglichkeiten für den nachfolgenden Text: N. Kohlhagen , "Sie schreiben wie ein Mann, Madame!", Allitera Verlag 2001, S. *-*, oder: N. Kohlhagen , "Sie schreiben wie ein Mann, Madame!", Sammlung Luchterhand 1993, S. *-*, oder: N. Kohlhagen , "Sie schreiben wie ein Mann, Madame!", Fischer Taschenbuch Frankfurt/M. 1983, S. *-*. And I see myself, fat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips, And 1 haue no face, 1 have wanted to efface myself Und ich sehe mich, flach, zum Lachen, ein papierener Scherenschnittschatten Zwischen dem Auge der Sonne und den Augen der Tulpen, Und ich hab kein Gesicht, ich wollte gesichtslos werden. (Aus: Tulpen. Deutsch von Erich Fried) Nach ihrem Tod ist sie bei uns durch drei Bücher bekannt geworden: durch ihren Gedichtband »Ariel«, den Roman »Die Glasglocke« und ihre »Briefe nach Hause 195~1963«. 1982 sind in den Vereinigten Staaten ihre »Tagebücher« erschienen - herausgegeben von ihrem Ehemann, dem englischen Lyriker Ted Hughes. »Masken sind heutzutage an der Tagesordnung, und das mindeste, was ich tun kann, ist die Illusion zu pflegen, daß ich fröhlich, ausgeglichen und nicht ängstlich bin«, notierte die Achtzehnjährige in ihr Tagebuch.

38. Plath Sylvia - Email, Address, Phone Numbers, Everything! 123people.com Everything you need to know about Plath Sylvia Email addresses, Phone numbers, Biography, Prose, Ted, Poet and novelist, self, London, Marriage, Novel http://www.123people.com/s/plath sylvia

39. The Willing Domesticity Of Sylvia Plath: A Rebuttal Of The "Feminist" Label, By Essay by Michelle Kinsey-Clinton examining Sylvia Plath as a feminist writer. http://www.sapphireblue.com/writing/plath.html

The Willing Domesticity of Sylvia Plath: A Rebuttal of the "Feminist" Label by Michelle Kinsey-Clinton www.sapphireblue.com , May 27, 1997 [Note for March 4, 1999: This paper was posted on an older version of my website, and was not re-posted when I ripped it down and redid it. However, I keep getting requests for it, and my referer logs keep showing people getting 404s from my site off search engine queries for materials on Sylvia Plath, so here it is. Do your own homework, kids: use this as a reference but don't rip me off. I'll send Guido after you.] "I think I would like to call myself 'the girl who wanted to be God'. Yet if I were not in this body, where would I beperhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it." Sylvia Plath In 1953, at age 20, Plath wrote in her journal: I must find a strong potential powerful mate who can counter my vibrant dynamic self: sexual and intellectual, and while comradely, I must admire him: respect and admiration must equate with the object of my love (that is where the remnants of paternal, godlike qualities come in). (Journals, 73) Here, the reader finds no hint of misandrist resistance to the idea of a strong attachment to a mate. Indeed, it seems obvious that Plath was searching for an equal to accompany her through all the aspects of a multifaceted life. To her, complete devotion was not only no betrayal of herself as a woman, it would make her whole as a person. The one provision was that this potential mate be the one special one who would not bind her into a woman she did not want to be: she would be a wife, and she would write as well.

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