Description: This is about Sylvia Plath, of course. I intend to change the beginning as soon as I can think of something better because I realize it is weak. I don't intend this to offend anyone. It's just that she used Holocaust imagery so much. I just thought it was ironic how she died.
You hated daddy for dying
as though he did it for spite.
He spoke the right language,
so you fancied him a Nazi.
Such a clever metaphor.
Your frailty was your hamartia
around which you erected fantasies of degradation,
and you tried to die.
It took a few dress rehearsals
to find the right irony,
for a poetic death
is more memorable than a poetic life,
and few realize the black comedy
of your gas and your oven,
but you had to die like a Jew.
"it took a few dress rehearsals to find the right irony"
"you had to die like a jew"
i saw one comment on this..but i don't agree this sounds spiteful really....more like you feel sorry for her that she felt she had to be this way..that her daddy's death affected her like it did...
this captures her to a "t" i think...
rimbaud gave us beautiful poetry and was an [censored]...his poetry didn't match his personality..although it was really wonderful..
but plath is plath through and through..her stuff mirrors her inner self so much..just like her poem Mirror..which seems to be about a woman growing old and not liking the physical appearance she sees in the mirror..when really...that could be an interp. looking at sylvia..only 30 when she died..and not near old...still with her sylvia looks...she didn't like what was inside..
never quite got over that hump of feeling some self-worth..she couldn't quite convince herself.
Insightful, yes, knowledgeable, yes, a revision, yes. As I read the first line "Daddy" screamed through my mind..."Panzerman Panzerman, Oh You!) An d the stomping on the grave. I performed "Daddy" in high school and went to nationals...I am completely connected with this particular piece by Sylvia. In this piece, I felt it was more a summary of her poem, than a poem itself. Perhaps a more personal reaction would be appropriate. But I do agree with the content...the irony so disturbing...but you forgot the cookies she left for the children before her final attempt became (an unexpected?) reality...i say this only because seven times a cry for help..seven times denied...hence the? Thank you cuddledumplin for these words. I think this one is begging more attention...Sylvia perhaps begging more attention, as usual
I love Sylvia Plath and now I'm glad I'm not the only one who saw the death being like the holocaust...thought I was crazy there for a second;) I didn't really see the beginning as weak I'd just like to see the whole thing fleshed out some.
WOW!!! i LOVE this!! you know... we studied Plath in 7th form and i thought she was a total psycho but thats coz i fully thought poetry was like "the cat sat on the mat and it was fat how about that" you know... but now... i fully love her and yeah... this is a very good write and i LOVE how you tied the end up... her death in the gas oven to being a Jew... i dont think i had made such a powerful connection until now! thank you so much!! awesome write!!
Hey, after your PM I had to look this up, and although I remember The Bell Jar I didn't remember her name as author, so I had to look her up. So now I'm the richer for reading your work and also for looking Plath up and remembering. Thanks And By the way, this was written very well, but you knew that.