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Sylvia Plath

Ariel

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The poems in Sylvia Plath's Ariel, including many of her best-known such as 'Lady Lazarus', 'Daddy' and 'Fever 103 degrees', were all written between the publication in 1960 of Plath's first book, The Colossus, and her death in 1963.

'If the poems are despairing, vengeful and destructive, they are at the same time tender, open to things, and also unusually clever, sardonic, hardminded … They are works of great artistic purity and, despite all the nihilism, great generosity . . . the book is a major literary event.' A. Alvarez in the Observer
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    the more you engage in Plath's wordplays and metaphors, the more enjoyment and insight you get. as it may seem pretentious at first, its actually quite the opposite. raw and rough, a depiction of struggles and philosophical thoughts about god, life, passage of time and a lot of different things.

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    The moon has nothing to be sad about,

    Staring from her hood of bone.

    She is used to this sort of thing.

    Her blacks crackle and drag.
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    The woman is perfected.

    Her dead

    Body wears the smile of accomplishment,

    The illusion of a Greek necessity

    Flows in the scrolls of her toga,

    Her bare

    Feet seem to be saying:

    We have come so far, it is over.
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    There is no terminus, only suitcases

    Out of which the same self unfolds like a suit

    Bald and shiny, with pockets of wishes,

    Notions and tickets, short circuits and folding mirrors.

    I am mad, calls the spider, waving its many arms.

    And in truth it is terrible,

    Multiplied in the eyes of the flies.

    They buzz like blue children

    In nets of the infinite,

    Roped in at the end by the one

    Death with its many sticks.
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