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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Ah, Plath! I had almost forgotten Plath! And what a good one, too...

    One of the best closing two lines ever, imo.
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  • Ah, Plath! I had almost forgotten Plath! And what a good one, too...

    One of the best closing two lines ever, imo.

    She rules! Most people are all about "Daddy" but I don't think you can beat "I am Vertical".....

    have you seen the movie Sylvia?
    I used to put strange things in newspaper machines just to freak people out. I grew out of that.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    She rules! Most people are all about "Daddy" but I don't think you can beat "I am Vertical".....

    have you seen the movie Sylvia?

    I saw it and hated it, sorry. Sylvia was here in Cambridge, you know. She won a Fulbright scholarship and went to Newnham. She lived in Eltisley Avenue, around the corner from Grantchester Meadows (made famous by Rupert Brooke and, in rock music, Pink Floyd); she made a big impression here and, by some personal accounts I've heard, she wasn't a victim character at all. She was pretty strident, popular, and glamourous.
  • john girl
    john girl Posts: 308
    You hold on like no other
    You were caught as you came out of life
    To re-enter it
    I don't know if it's in one direction or in another that you shake the
    garden gate
    You have raised up to your heart the serpentine grass
    And forever curled the birds of paradise in the hoarse sky
    Your gaze is clairvoyant
    You are seated
    And we too are seated
    The skull for a few more days
    In the dip of our features
    All of our acts before us
    At arm's length
    In the little ones' vine tendril
    You are feeding us a line on existentialism
    There are no flies on you

    published as part of the poem cycle Xenophiles, in Poemes.
    Ca. 1947,
    translated by Jean-Pierre Cauvin and Mary Anne Caws
  • I saw it and hated it, sorry. Sylvia was here in Cambridge, you know. She won a Fulbright scholarship and went to Newnham. She lived in Eltisley Avenue, around the corner from Grantchester Meadows (made famous by Rupert Brooke and, in rock music, Pink Floyd); she made a big impression here and, by some personal accounts I've heard, she wasn't a victim character at all. She was pretty strident, popular, and glamourous.

    This is interesting. Changes my ideas about her--and about her poems.

    Is there a good, reliable biography out there?
    I used to put strange things in newspaper machines just to freak people out. I grew out of that.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    This is interesting. Changes my ideas about her--and about her poems.

    Is there a good, reliable biography out there?

    Try "The Death and Life of Sylvia Plath" by Ronald Hayman, and "The Journals of Sylvia Plath", edited by Karen V. Kukil.

    Here are some links:

    http://www.sylviaplath.de/

    http://www.sylviaplathforum.com/

    http://www.neuroticpoets.com/plath/

    But Plath was very complex. She did have many sides, introverted as well as extroverted.

    I'll try and find the audio recording of her reading her poetry. It's stunning because her voice is hard, deep, firm and confident; not what you might expect.
  • Thanks Finsbury! I'm excited about rediscovering Plath....
    I used to put strange things in newspaper machines just to freak people out. I grew out of that.
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    john girl wrote:
    All of our acts before us
    At arm's length
    In the little ones' vine tendril
    You are feeding us a line on existentialism
    There are no flies on you

    This here is seriously cool......
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  • Grass

    Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
    Shovel them under and let me work--
    I am the grass; I cover all.

    And pile them high at Gettysburg
    And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
    Shovel them under and let me work.
    Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor:
    What place is this?
    Where are we now?

    I am the grass.
    Let me work.
    i can still bite my toenails.
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Sandburg!! Yay!! you guys are just too good....
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