Ariel

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So a trivial incident gathers into a whole complicated nexus of feelings about the way her life is getting out of control. It is a brilliant balancing act between colloquial sanity and images which echo down and open up the depths. In the next set of lines, Plath’s speaker is being catapulted past dark, or as the speaker brazenly refers to them, “N*****r-eye / Berries.” The use of the word “N****r” in this context was not meant as a racial slur but was rather used as a general descriptor of darkness. While it is not used to refer to a particular person or type of person in this stanza, today, it is still considered racist to do so. In Plath’s time, this was not so much the case. This was very up and down. A lot of the poems went right over my head, but a few I enjoyed, including Lady Lazarus, The Rival and The Moon and the Yew Tree. Of them all, I think Lady Lazarus had the most ‘pull’ in that it’s quite deeply emotive in its portrayal of wanting to be dead and the mixture of emotions that comes with this. It was very personal, and there’s no doubt Sylvia Plath has a way with words. For that poem alone, I pulled this up to three stars. If the poems are despairing, vengeful and destructive, they are at the same time tender, open to things, and also unusually clever, sardonic, hardminded . . . They are works of great artistic purity and, despite all the nihilism, great generosity . . . the book is a major literary event.’ A. Alvarez in the Observer

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Nevertheless, her own work affirms the abiding value of literary creation, for poet and reader alike. It is no mean feat to have recorded an enduring attitude to death that embraces a sense of life in the face of suffering and weakness.It’s heavy stuff Sylvia Plath takes on in this bundle and despite its small size I could not finish it easily. They are charging directly at the sun, a new day is approaching. The speaker can see a new, intense, burning light at the end of her tunnel, and she is heading straight for it. This is where she will find her new life. Addendum: as I was reading this it dawned on me her poems are undeniably Gothic, weird this didn't occur to me before.

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I got one of those 48 hour bugs. That's why he's still alive. If I had any strength in my limbs I would have sulphuric-acided his head last night. My experience with the entire collection was simultaneously very familiar and yet a little different. I got to revisit some of my old favorites, which still haven’t lost their magic over me. I’d love to explain why I love each and every one of them, and what they mean to me, however, I’m choosing to only mention some of them briefly. Most poetry is best experienced “blind” yourself, and if you are interested in reading some analyses, there are many out there that do a way better job than I ever could. If you want me to, I’d much rather direct any of you who are interested there, than do a butch-job

Technically, the basic difference between the earlier and later poems is that the first were written for the eye, and the last for the ear. They need to be read aloud; they are original because she discovered in them her own speaking voice, her own identity. I’m just not sure that for the most part, Plath’s words are my kind of words. I’m not a big poem fan, and felt next to no connection with any of the other poems. In particular, I think I struggle with writing that’s far removed from the literal. Metaphors, similes, they all make me glaze over a bit and these poems are rife with them. Many around the subject of dying and death (understandable given Plath’s history). Either disturbed by some haunting, otherworldly presence or simply because of the purring birdsong I awake on the early hours of this winter morning and I grab Sylvia Plath’s collection of poems Ariel, which is calling to me from my bedside table. Still drowsy with soft shades of silky sheets printed on my cheeks my glassy eyes try to focus on stray words that chop like sharpened axes. Streams of unleashed running waters wash over me but fail to cleanse my soul. I am unsettled. Disturbing images flood the still pond of my mind, I feel faint visualizing drops of blood soaking weaved carpets of fluffy snowflakes drawing impossibly flowery forms on shimmering innocence, red tulips opening their moist petals aroused by treacherous dew at dawn, warmth bitterly frozen in morbid colors.

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I like to commit suicide like some people like to visit their grandparents. You really don't want to, it's kind of a drag and there's nothing to do there, but you just feel you have to because you're a good person. PDF / EPUB File Name: Ariel_Restored_Edition_-_Sylvia_Plath.pdf, Ariel_Restored_Edition_-_Sylvia_Plath.epub Once more, the speaker turns the reader’s attention to the horse and describes how she is being carried along atop, I got a present. But I was thinking that if I unwrapped it, it would bite my face off. So I didn't. Hah. Depression had been a constant companion, leading to a life of struggle that was reflected in her work.

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Read about the Faber story, find out about our unique partnerships, and learn more about our publishing heritage, awards and present-day activity. It has to do with her extraordinary outburst of creative energy in the months before her death, culminating in the last few weeks when, as she herself wrote, she was at work every morning between four and seven, producing two sometimes three poems a day. The language is sometimes very beautiful but didn’t touch the heart for me in a way that The Bell Jar did: The thoughts the speaker is having about a “child’s cry” continue into the next tercet. She describes how the “cry / Melts in wall.” It disappears out of her consciousness; she is part of nature with no need to dwell on the past. This is the title poem of her volume of poetry, “ Ariel,” published after her death. The poem is filled with the skillful application of consonance ( rhyming consonants) and assonance (rhyming vowels), as well as an end, slant (or half-rhymes), and head rhymes (also called alliteration). The poem is constructed of sets of three lines, also known as tercets.