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The Colossus. By Sylvia Plath. I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles. Proceed from your great lips. It’s worse than a barnyard. Perhaps you consider yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it’s a poultice. You have an eye, it’s an image. My boy, it’s your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. Poem annotated by Julie Irigaray. First published in 1963 and collected in Ariel , 1965. Reprinted in The Collected Poems, 1981. Sylvia Plath, "The Applicant ...
16 de abr. de 2020 · 351 pages ; 24 cm. Contains in sequence all the poetry written by the author from 1956 until her suicide in 1963, together with fifty selections from her pre-1956 work. Includes index.
On February 11, 1963, Sylvia Plath succeeded in killing herself with cooking gas at the age of thirty. Two years after her death, Ariel , a collection of some her last poems was published, that was followed by Crossing the Water and Winter Trees in 1971 and in 1981 The Collected Poems was published, edited by none other than Ted Hughes.
Sylvia Plath’s selected poems in order of publication. 1950s. “ Sow ” (1957) One of the first poems in her first book, The Colossus, this portrait bears many hallmarks of Plath’s early style—descriptive virtuosity, a pastoral setting, an expressive but secretive speaker—and it also predicts the moods and modes of her later work.
We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no more your mother. Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow. Effacement at the wind’s hand. All night your moth-breath. Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral.
7 de nov. de 2020 · 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.
