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Há 3 dias · The dismissal of Sylvia Plath by the speaker of “my poems is nie confessions nie” could perhaps, when read in the context of Chinatown as a whole, also be read as a dismissal of Plath’s poem “Daddy,” an indication that Kamfer’s poems about her father have to be read as specifically socially and geographically situated and inflected by aspects such as race and class, rather than as ...
Há 5 dias · Who Is Sylvia? The Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950–1962 By Karen V Kukil (ed) LR October 2018 Issue Sally Bayley Plath’s Passions The Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume II: 1956–1963 By Peter K Steinberg & Karen V Kukil (edd) LR November 2017 Issue Elaine Showalter Sunny Sylvia The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I, 1940–1956
Há 3 dias · In Sylvia Plath’s collection of short stories, “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams,” she delves into the surreal world of dreams and the human psyche. Through her exploration of madness, creativity, and the depths of the subconscious mind, Plath weaves a tapestry of vivid imagery and thought-provoking narratives that challenge conventional notions of reality.
Há 3 dias · Biografia di Sylvia Plath. Sylvia Plath è stata una famosa poetessa e scrittrice statunitense, nata il 27 ottobre 1932 a Boston e deceduta il 11 febbraio 1963 a Londra. È conosciuta principalmente per le sue poesie e per il romanzo semi-autobiografico “ La campana di vetro “, scritto sotto lo pseudonimo di Victoria Lucas .
Há 4 dias · 15. Letter To A Purist. 16. Memoirs Of A Spinach-picker. 17. Suicide Off Egg Rock. 18. Point Shirley. Total 18 Sea Poems by Sylvia Plath.
Há 3 dias · Language and Literature 31 (2): 168–195, 2021) proposes that iconicity is an essential part of mind style’s definition, which invites readers to simulate the way of thinking represented in the text. However, the way in which readers “enact” this experience, or the nature of the “simulation” involved, requires further explanation.
Há 3 dias · Work-table, litter, books and standing lamp, plain things, my stalled equipment, the old broom --- but I am living in a tidied room, for ten nights now I've felt the creeping damp float over my pajamas' wilted white . . . Sweet salt embalms me and my head is wet, everything streams and tells me this is right; my life's fever is soaking in night ...
