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The bell that does not toll

The silence depressed me.  It wasn’t the silence of silence.  It was my own silence.  ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar 7 more words


all the lives I want...

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. 33 more words


The Eye of a Little God

For Sylvia

I am Plath’s terrible fish, darting between
the four points of her bathroom mirror.
I exist only when she is looking at me. 245 more words


Abacus - A Plath-Inspired Poem About the Struggle of Maths

Foreword: Over the past four weeks I have been studying the poems of Sylvia Plath as part of my IB English Literature class. I was horrified at first by the poet’s repeated themes of death and suicides, but her confessional poetry style inspired me to write one myself. 213 more words


Bucket List: Dye My Hair Red

Redhead: fiery, passionate, feisty, tempestuous, wild, explosive

No wonder I always wanted to go red ;)

“Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and eat men like air.” – Sylvia Plath


The cost of opportunity...

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. 169 more words



A memoir to Sylvia, who died the year I was born, head in a gas oven.

They don’t make gas like that anymore.

And Ted, who was blamed by the feminists, the fantasists… 278 more words