Poetry: Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist. Most famous as a poet, Plath is also known for The Bell Jar, her semi-autobiographical novel detailing her struggle with clinical depression.
Plath, Anne Sexton, and Robert Lowell are given credit for starting the genre of confessional poetry. Since her suicide, Sylvia Plath has risen to iconic status and is considered to be one of the best poets of her generation.
Here is one of my favourites by Plath.
Soliloquy of the Solipsist
I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out; Through a whim of mine Over gables the moon's celestial onion Hangs high.
I Make houses shrink And trees diminish By going far; my look's leash Dangles the puppet-people Who, unaware how they dwindle, Laugh, kiss, get drunk, Nor guess that if I choose to blink They die.
I When in good humor, Give grass its green Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun With gold; Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold Absolute power To boycott any color and forbid any flower To be.
I Know you appear Vivid at my side, Denying you sprang out of my head, Claiming you feel Love fiery enough to prove flesh real, Though it's quite clear All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear, From me.
Sylvia plath is my favourite author, she could really put pain into words. Reading her poems can break your heart, or they can help mend it. Ariel...
I love how this poem hints at the Soliloquist wanting to change the way she views life, but at the end reveals that she is not brave enough to risk the hurt possible by changing her attitude towards human kind, and instead chooses to go on living her incredibly lonely existence.