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  1. Há 1 dia · "Poems, Potatoes" by Sylvia Plath is a reflective poem that contrasts the transient nature of writing poetry with the stability and reliability of potatoes. ...

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    • Nataly Grohe
  2. Há 6 dias · Sylvia Plath Place in Literature. A confessional poet, an extremist poet, a post-romantic poet, a pre-feminist poet, a suicidal poet – all these terms have been used (and are still being used) in attempts to define and explain Sylvia Plaths writing.

    • Carolyn Zygmont
    • 2020
  3. Há 5 dias · Morning Song is one of the poems written by the American Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), included in the book Ariel, having been published posthumously in 1965 – it is the first poem contained in the book mentioned. Sylvia was part of modernism in American literature, largely within the confessionalist movement.

  4. Há 4 dias · Sylvia Plath Sea Poems. 1. Waking In Winter. 2. The Great Carbuncle. 3. The Rabbit Catcher. 4. Magnolia Shoals. 5. Man In Black. 6. A Winter Ship. 7. Lament. 8. Heavy Woman. 9. The Hermit At Outermost House. 10. Whitsun. 11. Finisterre. 12. Hardcastle Crags. 13. The Net-menders. 14. Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor. 15. Letter To A Purist. 16.

  5. Há 4 dias · The Beekeeper's Daughter. A garden of mouthings. Purple, scarlet-speckled, black. The great corollas dilate, peeling back their silks. Their musk encroaches, circle after circle, A well of scents almost too dense to breathe in. Hieratical in your frock coat, maestro of the bees,

  6. Há 5 dias · Mar 06, 2013 12:15PM. Sylvia Plath — ‘With me, the present is forever and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. Bu...

  7. Há 4 dias · Point Shirley. From Water -Tower Hill to the brick prison. The shingle booms, bickering under. The sea's collapse. Snowcakes break and welter. This year. The gritted wave leaps. The seawall and drops onto a bier. Of quahog chips, Leaving a salty mash of ice to whiten. In my grandmother's sand yard. She is dead,