Poetry Selections: Plath (blog by Monday)

She is even quoted as saying “I adored and despised him.” These feelings are obvious in many of her poems, but most evident in her poem entitled “Daddy.” Her love for him is reflected in the first few stanzas.

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AlyssaSanow/2009/03/mixed_emotions.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/CarlosPeredo/2009/03/epic_fail.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AjaHannah/2009/03/dad_not_daddy.html

"If I've killed one man, I've killed two--/The vampire who said he was you/And drank my blood for a year,/Seven years, if you want to know."
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/MatthewHenderson/2009/03/daddy_or_satan.html

"If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- / The vampire who said he was you / And drank my blood for a year, / Seven years, if you want to know. / Daddy, you can lie back now."
~lines 71-75 of Sylvia Plath's "Daddy"

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JenniferPrex/2009/03/vampires_and_war.html

"You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty year, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo."
- Slyvia Plath Daddy
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/RosalindBlair/2009/03/shoe_of_protection.html

"Love set you going like a fat gold watch"

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/ChelsieBitner/2009/03/morning_song.html

"Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks..."
-Child

"Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you."

-Plath, page 212

Perhaps the poem speaks of a father who is too old fashioned in his ways.

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/ChristopherDufalla/2009/03/distortion.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AndrewAdams/2009/03/stockholm_daddy.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/NikitaMcClellan/2009/03/child_innocence.html

"I have always been scared of you
With your Luftwiffle and your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O you----" (Plath 212).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JulianneBanda/2009/03/daddy_a_nazi.html

"But they pulled me out of the sack,/And they stuck me together like glue./And then I knew what to do./I made a model of you"
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AliciaCampbell/2009/03/fatal_attraction.html

The Meek and Mild Mushroom

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/RebeccaMarrie/2009/03/the_meek_and_mild_mushroom.html

"...The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene"

"Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star."
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AshleyPascoe/2009/03/but_if_you_listen_real_close_y.html

"Insomniac"
"The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper/ Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars"
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/MarieVanMaanen/2009/03/insomniacthe_story_of_my_life.html

"Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color, / A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck."
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AprilMinerd/2009/03/painful_reminder.html

Wie Gehts Sylvia?
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/QuinnKerno/2009/03/sylvia_plath_da.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JoshuaWilks/2009/03/a_copy_of_a_copy_of_a_copy.html

This talks about Plath's poem "Insomniac"

In reading Plath's poems for the selection of poems for this week I found it very sad that so many of these poets were all manic depressants, alcoholics and other conditions. But to see that Plath died due to her own attempts of suicide, at age 30, was very sad.