"outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness. I look down into the warm, earthy world. Into a nest of lovers' beds, baby cribs, meal tables, all the solid commerce of life in this earth, and feel apart, enclosed in a wall of glass." ~ Sylvia Plath
Thursday, May 15, 2008
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lady lazarus
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Thanks for sharing that Mubi, I loved reading it. Very powerful. But as with some other poems of Plath I've read, you've to (at least I need to) work really hard tryin to understand. Have to read several times before you get the minisculest hang of it. Btw, I found this video of Sylvia Plath reading the poem herself(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esBLxyTFDxE)
i agree here with you, and i thuoght i am only one who isnt able to absorb the poems hehe.
thanks for the link, her voice sounds so gothic, the way she recites it
hey.
ive been away from the net for such a long time and i missed ur blog..sigh.
i like Plath.
Well, there hasn't been much over here on my blog for several days either anyway
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