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 of.” Surrounded by the cacophony and filth of living, the man views death as a legitimate and desirable way out. Nor does he glamorize death. It […]

Categories: Ana Maria Caballero, ZiR • Tags: literature, poetry, Sylvia Plath, writing

  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 the season isn’t entirely clear throughout the nature imagery. Things are dying but there is also a bee abuzz. Finally, it becomes apparent that something larger […]

Categories: Ana Maria Caballero, ZiR • Tags: literature, poetry, Sylvia Plath, writing