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User	ruejacobs | 2006-12-04 |
Subject	sylvia
Message	flawed woman made worse by a flawed man... i wrote this a few years ago about her. Sylvia’s Grove Song ------------------------------------------- Sylvia, Sylvia, a forest souled root to trip my foot in its dormancy; life inert and rising from the soil. when with one last glance your eye recorded camera-like that blade of grass, that leaf to you, it must have seemed immortal. you took only that, and moth-breath, left behind a final treat inside your hearth for your man, for your man, left it to cool in the oven. tell me why would you believe he’d deserved that? he didn’t need fists, his words were his fists but clumsier than yours by far. last word, witty girl, let him talk all he wants. did you choke? did you cough? did you sleep, sleep, sleep? they vandelized your grave again. the women come with chisels like surgeons they harvest the tumor of his name. those women on their knees before you paying homage to you Our Lady of the Viper- Man, man with his open hands of greed, philandering suicide tongue with his cold cobra’s kiss, did his fingers close your eyes? they closed hers, too, you know. you never asked for that. he left a lethal trail like any man surefooted as a satyr he clears the root, he clears the root. and only women will stumble. i am a Dryad at the cross roads, paper-voiced, ink-tongued, your venom, thick and sweet as molasses in my mouth, digging up the root digging up the root. give me you mandrakes, sister, i’ve need of them.

User	Static Scream | 2006-12-03 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Her Name Is Sylvia Plath. Aaaargh I hate her She is pitifully , bad, has absolutely no talent She dos not deserve to hold a pen, much less, actually dare publish something Aaargh, I though I forgot she even existed!!!, nooooo, *brains start dribbling out of the ears

User	mae | 2006-11-01 |
Subject	untitled
Message	I spent three weeks putting the pieces back together and then got stuck. I couldn’t figure out how to put the carburetor back together and finally sat down on the concrete and started crying. And this is the point. You spent three weeks trying. Besides which, there’s something altogether different about attempting a physical act about which you know nothing and not being able to answer a question about what you THINK of something. Had your father asked you for your first impression upon seeing the engine of the car sitting on the floor, would you have had to ask someone else? If he’d asked you what confused you, would you have asked someone else what was confusing? These are basic personal questions that, in all honesty, no one else can answer for you, anyway. The question was not about the poet or the writer, but about what the reader thought. mae

User	Chell | 2006-11-01 |
Subject	untitled
Message	When I was sixteen my father bought me the car I had been pining over for 3 months. I got my keys in a little wrapped box and found my baby in the garage. I was estatic when I slid behind the wheel. I put the key in the ignition and turned it, and nothing happened. It was then that I noticed the engine sitting on the concrete next to the car. My father informed me that the car was my birthday present. I could drive it once I put it back together. I spent three weeks putting the pieces back together and then got stuck. I couldn’t figure out how to put the carburetor back together and finally sat down on the concrete and started crying. My dad came in and asked what was wrong. I told him I was stuck and about to give up. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "I never said you couldn’t ask for help." I think it’s great that people can bounce ideas off others on the internet. Especially if it’s about poets or writers. We post our poetry here for fun to get feedback and improve our understanding of poetry. Why not seek help here for practical purposes?

User	mae | 2006-11-01 |
Subject	untitled
Message	Perhaps I’m being overly-critical, but if someone can’t come up with their own ’first impressions’, then how in the world do they expect to pass the class? If they can’t answer what confuses them how will they be able to answer anything? And if they don’t know what, if anything, came to mind after they read it, did they actuallly read it? These are not deep questions that one would need help with. They are simply personal reactions. This person just doesn’t want to do their own homework. mae

User	onetruesmartass | 2006-11-01 |
Subject	untitled
Message	No clue, but the girl had some issues.

User	Blue Monk | 2006-10-04 |
Subject	untitled
Message	This is a woman’s thing, more about sex and self-esteem than any illness. But then I’m not qualified to say... Since it’s a woman’s thing, perhaps a woman could comment.

User	dismentled | 2006-10-02 |
Subject	untitled
Message	my first impression is that she is on her death bed. aand based on the desriptiveness, she’s suffering from a high fever and hallucinations, but is still in touch with her physical body, in which she feels she will be departing, hence becoming pure again. She uses quite a bit of metaphors, and cas such, it can be interpreted in a fairly wide spectrum. but to get a better idea as to the "personifieed meaning" i’d sugest researching her history and when this was written, first rule of writing is "write what you know" so chances are this is a reflection upon her, are close one’s history.