Ariel

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Ariel is the name of the spirit in Shakespeare’s play, The Tempest. Ariel’s story is significant in terms of his imprisonment by Prospero and subsequent release, and his supernatural abilities and insights. These factors are important when interpreting the poem. Merely trying to imagine the ways, in which this lady could have further overwhelmed the literary world had she lived a full life, gives me goosebumps. I got this job as a temp. So I was filing and I knew I could destroy them if I chose, just like that, but I didn't choose to that day. However wanton it seemed, it was also, in a way, inevitable, even justified, like some final unwritten poem.

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Ariel was the second book of Sylvia Plath's poetry to be published. It was first released in 1965, two years after her death by suicide. The poems of Ariel, with their free-flowing images and characteristically menacing psychic landscapes, marked a dramatic turn from Plath's earlier Colossus poems. [1]She will exhume the past, but before she does she would like to talk price. There is a charge, after all. It is betrayal that hurts the most, not the scrutiny of the multitude. Looking out into the audience, there is only a sea of interchangeable faces. They are of no consequence. It is the betrayal of a loved and trusted one that crushes. To believe in one, to have faith in one—just one, is to risk all. 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. 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. My most favourite in this collection is a poem titled ‘Tulips’. It’s so different and unique. It spoke to me the most and I saw myself thriving in between the lines of this poem. Upon analyzing the collection of poems along with considering her other work, it is concluded that like her other poems, "Ariel" is "highly autobiographical, psychological and confessional poem." [5] Additional poems in her manuscript [ edit ]

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You really shouldn't have taken the kittens and given them to the neighbours without a by-your-leave. I think I am going to pour sulphuric acid on your head while you are sleeping. I'll do it tonight. Yes. Addendum: as I was reading this it dawned on me her poems are undeniably Gothic, weird this didn't occur to me before.Of course then there's Daddy, Elm, Ariel, A birthday present, Letter in November which I love. Some are bitter some are less dark. I have read those poems so many times and I still can't get enough. A collection released two years after her death, written in a grand burst of creativity just before death... I had to get this mainly because of the cover, but I can say that though I have the 'all poems' book, having this separately was worth it. Eye, the cauldron of morning.The beginning of Elm is another of my favourite passages, which expresses better than anything else I can think of just how painful love can be. I remember once showing it to a friend who's had a rather difficult life (we'd been having some discussion about poetry). She seemed almost physically affected; I remember she turned pale, and couldn't finish reading it. I wished I'd had more sense: I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: 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. This “Something else” is “Haul[ing] her through the air. She has not chosen to embark on this chaotic and somewhat terrifying ride on top of Ariel; she is being “Haul[ed],” forced along without a choice.

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And below her, flakes are falling from her heels. She sees the power of the horse and its ability (through body parts that mirror her own) to carry her wherever it wants. Additionally, as this happens, she is coming apart. Her feet, which are her form of self-transportation, are falling apart. They are shedding their skin, and she is becoming something new.They are difficult, uncertain poems, some extremely obscure and all primarily dependent on central images. Formal rhythm and the logic of rational statement are both dispensed with, the main principle of organization being a free-association technique. From the original review in The Age, Melbourne, Australia, July 10, 1965: Sylvia Plath was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1932. In 1956, while studying on a Fulbright grant, she met and married the poet Ted Hughes. In 1960 her first book of poems appeared, and in 1963, she committed suicide. On "The Colossus" ". English.illinois.edu. Archived from the original on 2013-09-28 . Retrieved 2013-09-09. That menace carries over into the next bit of description (of the noise) and shift, though another image, into wry helplessness (“I am not Caesar”); at which point a sense of proportion reasserts itself: “They can die … I am the am the owner.” The poem comprises ten stanzas of three lines each, known as tercets, and a final single line conclusion.

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In “The Moon and the Yew Tree” Sylvia Plath presents, not a vision of the picturesque English churchyard outside her bedroom window, but a mental landscape with more melancholy, more solemnity, more Gothic gloom than any representation of physical reality could ever have.Men are like big babies that drink beer and want you to wear high class lingerie. Okay, that's not much of a secret. 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. Also, you can listen Sylvia Plath reading it here There are also other poems she reads from the collection of Ariel, look it up if you haven't already.