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Sylvia

I was lucky to live with such a view
for a few years before I had to move

seasons sullen lapped against my door
the restless weather was never a bore… 17 more words

Photography

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow…” – From “The Bell Jar”

Last year when we were in Annapolis, I exclaimed many times on the beautiful sights, “It’s the most stunning place I’ve ever seen!” While my husband nodded along without sincere agreement, just like what I did when we were in other enormous scenic places like all the national parks, when he’s busy in taking pictures from all angles using his complex Canon.   345 more words

Book Review

Seasonal: Waking in winter, Sylvia Plath

I can taste the tin of the sky —- the real tin thing.
Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves. 124 more words

A literary weekend

I’ve been trying to get to Haworth to visit the Charlotte Bronte exhibition all year. It finishes this month. I was going to go up on July but went to look after my mum after an op instead. 930 more words

Writing

"What the Wall Thinks About the Picture" / Memorable Fancies #1698

[“We stand round blankly as walls.” – Sylvia Plath]

Someone hangs a picture on me. From where I am, behind it, I can’t see what it’s a picture of, can’t see what the museum visitors are staring at, frowning at, consulting their guidebooks, dismissing with a shrug. 11 more words

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Sylvia Plath in the bell jar

“Why don’t they just let her commit suicide in peace?” This was the question that emerged spontaneously in my mind while reading one of the most psychologically challenging novels in my nineteen years spent as a reader. 918 more words

Depression

Is complete honesty a good thing?

I’m currently learning about the English poet Ted Hughes as part of my English literature course, and one of his poems that I have to study is Hawk Roosting. 432 more words

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