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Plath in Bali

Poems that soothe, that create a mellow mood can be difficult to find, particularly so in a collection of Sylvia Plath poems. For this reason, I was so thrilled to find the poem “By Candlelight.” Its backdrop is one of recent abandonment and of deep cold. But there is a candle well lit and a […]

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Poetry Plath

I dislike mentioning suicide when speaking about Sylvia Plath. But, today, it’s truly inevitable because the poem I chose for this week is in fact about suicide. Not hers, however. The suffering soul here is a nameless man who is disgusted by life, its sounds and waste, “that landscape / Of imperfections his bowels were part […]

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Singapore Sylvia Plath

  I feel that there is always something dark and sinister looming over the poems of Sylvia Plath. Sure, her personal story, ending in suicide, hangs heavy. But, take this one pictured to the right, “The Manor Garden.” From the title, one could simply expect a poem about a garden, perhaps succumbing to fall.  But […]

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poetry plath lit literature

In her poem, “The Stones,” Sylvia Plath opens: “This is the city where men are mended.” She was speaking about hospitals, where people are in fact reconstructed. The eerie way in which the poet described the process of healing makes it clear that she is not nearly as well as she would like.  Below is the […]

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In her poem, “The Stones,” Sylvia Plath opens: “This is the city where men are mended.” She was speaking about hospitals, where people are in fact reconstructed. The eerie way in which the poet described the process of healing makes it clear that she is not nearly as well as she would like.  Below is the […]

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April 25, 2019

I want a spiritual rats to let money into my room pls m suffering enough no money my children are suffering we don't have money,we need to buy a car n house n change our life like every person just to happy in my family to reach our destiny pls

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Wilfred Owen's mother, pictured center with her family

In her poem, “The Stones,” Sylvia Plath opens: “This is the city where men are mended.” She was speaking about hospitals, where people are in fact reconstructed. The eerie way in which the poet described the process of healing makes it clear that she is not nearly as well as she would like.  Below is the […]

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March 9, 2019

I look forward to reading your piece!

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Wilfred Owen's mother, pictured center with her family

In her poem, “The Stones,” Sylvia Plath opens: “This is the city where men are mended.” She was speaking about hospitals, where people are in fact reconstructed. The eerie way in which the poet described the process of healing makes it clear that she is not nearly as well as she would like.  Below is the […]

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March 9, 2019

You're most welcome....in the Untold Dylan UK site, I connect the song to Helen Jackson's novel and the transcendentalist poets and to the movie 'Ramona' with the song by the same name - under: 'Bob Dylan And Helen Jackson'

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