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Metaphors - Sylvia Plath - Analysis


I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. 334 more words

Poetry Analysis

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath - Review

The Bell Jar – Review

Working in New York one summer, Esther Greenwood is a young, intelligent women on the edge of greatness. Though the ambition she once had to achieve her dreams (the ones which won her the awards, the prizes, the grades) have faded into a distant memory and she’s barely drifting along. 336 more words

A Personal Post of Coincidences to Mark My 10th Day Out of the Hospital

And just now I pick up the blessed diary of Virginia Woolf which I bought with a battery of her novels saturday with Ted.  And she works off her depression over rejections from Harper’s (no less!

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blackberrying :: sylvia plath

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea… 235 more words


The Eye of a Little God

I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god.

From Sylvia Plath’s Mirror (1971) 10 more words


Moving Excerpts from Poetry

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
– Mary Oliver

To live in this world
You must be able… 75 more words



By the shade of the dark

Im left with people

People who knows not of me

But they seem so vampiric to me

They kept my blood curling… 196 more words