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It was really interesting to read so many of Sylvia’s poems chronologically, and too see her find a voice of her own over the years While I have to say that most of the poems she wrote before 1959 either bored or puzzled me, as she used very complicated syntax and overembellished them – which resulted in nothingthan a collection of vague and highly impersonal lines –, it was well worth reading this volume for what followed I mean, here’s her last poem: The woman is perfected.Her deadBody wears the smile of accomplishment,The illusion of a Greek necessityFlows in the scrolls of her toga,Her bareFeet seem to be saying:We have come so far, it is over.Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,One at each littlePitcher of milk, now empty.She has foldedThen back into her body as petalsOf a rose close when the gardenStiffens and doors bleedFrom the street, deep throats of the night flower.The moon has nothing to be sad about,Starting from her hood of bone.She is used to this sort of thing.Her blacks crackle and drag (Edge, 5 February 1963)absolutely chilling. Sylvia Plath was super gangsta She stuck her head in an oven and killed herself Besides that, she wrote some pretty dope poetry and was super fresh (I apologize for writing in outdated youthful urban slang, but I was bored and thought it might spice up these lessthanmediocre reviews I can see now, after closer examination, this was a terrible decision Once again, I apologize for the inconvenience) Also reading Plath's poems extremely intoxicated on alcoholic beverages can be a rewarding and exciting adventure However!! I strongly advise you DO NOT stick your head in an oven during this drunken escapade to replicate how the author might have felt before her last seconds on earth expiredThis could end in truly deadly results or, even worse, a failed attempt to make a joke out of this shameful incident at future family gatherings or while hanging out with friends This will only lead to ridicule and the epiphany that close family and friends have not been laughing with you all those years, but at you.Finally, I mostly read this book because I was accused of being misogynistic due to the lack of women authors I have read I hope I have proven to you all that I am not misogynistic and do, in fact, like women After reading Sylvia Plath (a woman), I hope you all think I am not misogynistic anyHowever, I still believe women have smaller brains and belong in the kitchenI don't know, after sobering up, her words are a bit clamoured together and read densely I CAN'T DO IT! I am sorry world, but there is not enough booze for me to get through it I shamefully throw in the towel, its just too denseI guess I really do hate women after allsorry Life is too short to torture yourself and drudge through thisPlath taught us that!Super dope quotes:We mask our past in the green of eden, pretend future's shining fruit can sprout from the navel of this present waste.Horizontal lines are like duskeveryone breathing the same.Also the poems Pursuit and Tale of a Tub are pretty great. The aim of the present complete edition, which contains a numbered sequence of thepoems written aftertogether with a furtherpoems chosen from her pre work, is to bring Sylvia Plath's poetry together in one volume, including the various uncollected and unpublished pieces, and to set everything in as true a chronological order as is possible, so that the whole progress and achievement of this unusual poet will become accessible to readers Whooboy, nobody has given metrouble than Sylvia Plath Only Byron may be as difficult in seperating the personality from the work, and with him we at least have a good bit of time since the works were actually written I halfwonder if anybody can really be objective about her work See, she has a group of followers who just about worship her to the point of Tori Amos's fans, where everything she's done is meaningful and perfect Her suicide date is celebrated Every word she wrote is put through the lens of her suicide (Hemingway commited suicide too, but if I recall correctly people celebrate his LIFE and not his death.) And don't even get me started on all those who read Plath and practically no other poetry.Sounds like I don't like her much, eh? Actually I have no problems with herjust her fans I find irritating Her work is good, and not about suicide (or sad things) at all Daddy good as it is, isn't even close to her best work (though it may be the most quintessential) The best way to read her, IMHO is to pretend you know nothing of the women and get over the obsession with tacking every poem to her biography Poems are meant to be free If you want her life story read her diary. My psychiatrist laughed when I said I read Sylvia Plath, why do all you young women etc I do think part of it is that Sylvia becomes a friend if you go through some of the same stuff she did Any famous person who shares your condition does But to say that's all she's good for, as if there's no merit or instruction in her workAnd then, once again, it's back to the emotional Plath phrases that crush your head both because they are so well wrought and also because you know exactly what she was talking about.I've spent a dozen years reading this book and I've learned that Plath and I may cross over emotionally, but our poetic jaws are not the same I don't always understand how her construction works Part of why I keep reading.Having her all together like this, including juvenilia, is a lesson, especially as her life was so short I've sought several other complete works since stumbling across this one. I keep coming back to Sylvia Plath whenever I'm trying to make sense of my own troubles Since my troubles rarely make sense, that means I come back to this quite often.Which is so incredibly cliched, it would normally make me cringe I mean, its screams I'm a damaged girl, and I read Sylvia Plath, just like all the other damaged girls!But I don't cringe, because ultimately, her poetry makes me feel I have this incredibly old, earmarked and tattered edition that is full of notes in the margins, words underlined and phrases highlighted Scraps of paper with my thoughts tucked between the pages Its the only book I have ever taken a pencil to and its incredibly private It doesn't live on my bookshelves with the rest of my collection And its the only book I don't lend out the friends and family I'm selfish with it.Each time I pick it up, I flick to a random page, and take it all in again afresh Each reading means something different to me, or I see something a different way For how angry, destructive and wrenching these poems are they also set the reader free, and that's why I keep coming back to them. really enjoyed reading Sylvia Plath's poetry Ever since I read The Bell Jar (and then googled Sylvia and learnedabout her) I have been fascinated by her life and her work I also loved her book of unabridged journals So when I saw there was a book of her poetry I just had to buy it and read it.Sylvia Plath's writing is just so addicting Everything flows beautifully and I just loved so many of these poems I had such a great time reading this book while I was out relaxing in a cabin in the woods I still wish I was there on vacation reading this book of poetry.These poems are just so emotional and honest They speak to me as a woman There is just something about Sylvia Plath's writing that I connect with at the very core of myself I'm sure some psychiatrist would have a field day with that, but there it is Overall I thought The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath was a great book of poetry that I would recommend to all Sylvia Plath fans, even if you aren't a poetry fan. I had this exact edition and carried this book with me all the time My favorite poem is below in it is below: I Am VerticalBy Sylvia PlathBut I would rather be horizontal.I am not a tree with my root in the soilSucking up minerals and motherly loveSo that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bedAttracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal.Compared with me, a tree is immortalAnd a flowerhead not tall, butstartling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars, The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them Thoughts gone dim.It isnatural to me, lying down.Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me. Astute, ironic, and intense, Plath's poems brood over a wide range of topics, through language that's cutting in its precision The poet's sharp intellect consistently is interesting, but her early collections read as less forceful and breathtaking than her later ones; with age, Plath moved away from the stiff but accomplished formalism of her early poetry toward a risktaking aesthetic of the theatrical Had she had the chance to develop that style, she likely would have fulfilled her early promise and published several daring volumes. i keep coming back to plath as a source of inspiration for my own writing or alternately as a reason to never try to write anything again because, people, she is one of the best arguably one of the top five american poets of all time the only downer of this book is that ted hughes edited it, and he was the piece of shit she killed herself over so if you want to read the ariel poems in their correct, initially intended order check out the notes in the back for that why that asshole thought he could or should reorganize her order after she died is beyond me maybe it had something to do with that fact that he and his worthless writing is only famous for the assosciation with her just saying, is all.