The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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You have one,” a variation of which becomes a line in “Lady Lazarus.” In one entry, Plath discusses one use of the moon as an image. She elucidates clearly the progression of the metaphor of moon as plant bulb, demonstrating an ability to analyze her own work, and also a keen eye for imagistic progression, a progression that culminates in such poems as “Fever 103°” and “Cut.”

Now with me, writing is the first delight in life. I want time and money to write, both very necessary. I will not sacrifice my time to learn shorthand because I do not want any of the jobs which shorthand would open up, although those jobs are no doubt very interesting for girls who want them. I do not want the rigid hours of a magazine or publishing job. I do not want to type other people’s letters and read their manuscripts. I want to type my own and write my own. So secretarial training is out for me. That I know. (Sylvia Plath's letter to her mother, 10 Feb 1955) Double Exposure [ edit ]Plath, Sylvia (March 13, 2008). "Ariel". The Guardian. London. Archived from the original on March 12, 2017.

The Collected Poems, which included many previously unpublished poems, appeared in 1981 and received the 1982 Pulitzer Prizeforpoetry, which made Sylvia Plath the first to receive the honour posthumously. On April 27, 1935, Plath's brother Warren was born. [5] In 1936 the family moved from 24 Prince Street in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, to 92 Johnson Avenue, Winthrop, Massachusetts. [8] Plath's mother, Aurelia, with Plath's maternal grandparents, the Schobers, had lived since 1920 in a section of Winthrop called Point Shirley, a location mentioned in Plath's poetry. While living in Winthrop, eight-year-old Plath published her first poem in the Boston Herald 's children's section. [9] Over the next few years, Plath published multiple poems in regional magazines and newspapers. [10] At age 11, Plath began keeping a journal. [10] In addition to writing, she showed early promise as an artist, winning an award for her paintings from the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards in 1947. [11] "Even in her youth, Plath was ambitiously driven to succeed." [10] Malcolm, Janet. (1995). The Silent Woman: Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. New York: Vintage. ISBN 0-679-75140-8. Viner, Katharine (October 20, 2003). "Desperately seeking Sylvia". The Guardian. London. Archived from the original on March 12, 2017. The story of Plath — her troubled life and tragic death — was the basis for the 2003 biopic Sylvia starring Gwyneth Paltrow in the title role.

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I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Carrell, Severin (December 28, 2003). "Sylvia Plath film has lost the plot, says her closest friend". The Independent. Archived from the original on January 19, 2019 . Retrieved January 18, 2019.Carmody, Denise Lardner; Carmody, John Tully (1996). Mysticism: Holiness East and West. Oxford University Press. ISBN 0-19-508819-0. Exclusive Sylvia Plath extract: Mary Ventura and the Ninth Kingdom". The Guardian. December 29, 2018. Archived from the original on November 24, 2020 . Retrieved January 12, 2021. Indeed, the search for a father assumes major proportions in this section. Pleas abound for “some man, who is a father.” In a particularly enlightening entry written on Mother’s Day, 1958, Plath discusses the possibility of using “Full Fathom Five,” the title of one of her poems, as a book title because of the importance of the sea as a central metaphor in her work, the father as “buried male muse and god—creator risen to be my mate in Ted, to the sea-father Neptune.” She continues, “so the river flows to the paternal source of godhead.” Can’t stop thinking I am just beginning. In 10 years I will be 30 and not ancient and maybe good. Hope. Prospects. Work, though, and I love it. Delivering babies. Maybe even both kinds.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath