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Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How .........
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Sylvia Plath
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Ane Saldana (8/13/2008 7:15:00 AM)
It is difficult to forget what I have read about Sylvia Plaths suicide when I read this poem. Her head stuck in the gas oven, the cry of her two children trough the wall.
This was written some time before, a year? |
Mary C (3/13/2008 9:48:00 PM)
It seems as if she's almost having a nightmare of sorts. I think it's very foreboding... |
Deborah Conner (1/29/2008 1:38:00 PM)
The key to plath's poem is The Tempest.... her personal setting is the loss of her father.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from The Tempest
Ariel's Song
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark.
Bow-wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them—Ding-dong, bell. |
Dh Vidusi (11/5/2007 8:49:00 AM)
I'm told this is about her horse, do we need to know a poets biography before wecan recognise what on earth they are on about? I found it too obtuse. |
David Gerardino (4/21/2007 7:30:00 PM)
much darkness in her life.... |
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