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“Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas
Succeed in banking their fires
To enter another year?
What will they taste of, the Christmas roses?
The bees are flying. They taste the spring.“
Remembering Sylvia Plath on her birthday.
It‘s another Sylvia Plath poem for me on day 4 of the #poetrymatters #scarathlon challenge 🖤 I love her work so much it‘s always the first thing I think of for the prompt lists
#skeletoncrew @TheSpineView
My first poem for my first ever #poetrymatters challenge! For fall it had to be an autumn poem by my favourite modern poet. I studied Sylvia Plath in lower sixth and she‘s stayed with me forever, I loved those lessons so much.
#scarathlon #skeletoncrew @TheSpineView
National Poetry Month: Day 26! 📖❤
Another of Plath's early poems that I quite like! The imagery is hypnotic! 😍
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National Poetry Month: Day 19! 📖❤
This is an early Plath poem, and I've always really loved it. It sounds best when read aloud! 😁
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National Poetry Month: Day 17! ❤📖
This is another one of my favorite Plath poems, Tulips. It's quite long, but here is the first part!⚘There's an audio recording of Plath reading this poem that you can find on YouTube. It's incredible. Listening to her read her poems is a sublime experience! 💕
#NationalPoetryMonth
Sharded in black, like beetles,
Frail as antique earthenwear
One breath might shiver to bits,
The old women creep out here
To sun on the rocks or prop
Themselves up against the wall
Whose stones keep a little heat.
Old Ladies' Home by Sylvia Plath
#QuotsyOCT21 day 9: sneak
from “Insomniac”
“Over and over the old, granular movie
Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days
Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,
Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,
A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.
His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.
Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete #film stars.”
#PoetryMatters
From “Black Book in Rainy Weather”: this quote speaks so to #chronicillness, and so I illustrated it:
“With luck trekking stubborn through this season of fatigue, I shall patch together content sorts.
Miracles occur.
If you care to call these spasmodic tricks of radiance miracles.
The wait‘s begun again.
The long wait for the angel.
For that rare, random descent.”
https://bookshop.org/a/6560/9780061558894
“The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it.“
Remembering Sylvia Plath on her birthday.
‘..a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight.‘
#poetrymatters #future
"For the eyeing of my scars there is a charge"
https://poets.org/poem/lady-lazarus
#scar #PoetryMatters @TheSpineView
#LilithJuly #Thisonesforthegirls 2 50‘s-60‘s lesbian pulps,2 of my favorite & fiercest poets. Spenders book has given many of my feminist arguments strong examples to work from .And who doesn‘t want to know more about the Suffragettes!💪✊
Wohoo! Surprise #bookmail from @merelybookish ! 🤩
Thank you, Margot for the lovely bookmail, I am grateful for your kindness. 😘🤗❤️
pickPlath will always have a place in my heart for how brilliantly she uses words. She is able to create descriptions I could never have come up with. Her work gives me a place to be comfortable with my sadness. 4 out of 5 on GR.
My litsy went on the fritz! I‘m back now and I‘ve missed you.
I love Plath, I love how she uses language, I love how she turns the ordinary into something strange and beautiful. I love how she expresses her own humanity.
The steady climb up #mountTBR.
“It is so beautiful, to have no attachments!
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?”
I
When in good humour,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott color and forbid any flower
To be.
I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.
Soliloquy of the Solipsist #poetrymatters #midnight
"Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse."
Oof, Sylvia ?
Full poem is here https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49003/elm
#fear #PoetryMatters @LazyDays
#love #poetrymatters
I love this first line 💕
#flowers #poetrymatters
First verse of one of Sylvia‘s earlier poems, written whilst on honeymoon- it‘s almost a love poem 💕
"Tulips" by Sylvia Plath. Full poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49013/tulips-56d22ab68fdd0
Trust Plath to give us a totally different take on #flowers #PoetryMatters @LazyDays
✨It‘s #nationalpoetrymonth ! QOTD: Who are some of your favorite poets or what poet do you find the most inspirational?✨
Got my books from #Thriftbooks today! Along with 4 other books for my grandpa. 🖤☻
pickIt was Sylvia Plath‘s birthday a couple weeks ago and I happened to have this book with me that day.
"Tonight I lost my red bandeau with all the redness in my red little heart..." ~Sylvia Plath
Went my mom and sister to Longwood Gardens tonight and brought Sylvia with me ♡♡ :-)
"each day demands we create our whole world over, disguising the constant horror in a coat of many-colored fictions; we mask our past in the green of Eden, pretend future's shining fruit can sprout from the navel of this present waste." Sylvia Plath
What are you reading? 📚🖤 #NatureInAConcreteJungle #Book #Literature #poetry #EirelavArt #NatrualLight #SylviaPlath #bookstagram #booklover
Mirror
"In me she has drowned a young girl..." which one of us hasn't drowned in her mirror?
"For to sheathe the virgin shape/ in a scabbard of wood baffles pursuers,/ whether goat-thighed or god-haloed."
Based on a drawing by Paul Klee.
This is the ending of The Disquieting Muses.
The creepiest portrayal of the muses that I've ever read. It makes me shiver for the little frightened girl she may have been.
Just finished 2 intense days to become certified in ASIST and come home to read some Sylvia Plath... I don't know if that makes me want to laugh or cry.
Also, this poem, Black Rook in Rainy Weather, is beautiful.
Talk about a cloud over your head. Like many, 18-year-old Jessica went through a big Sylvia Plath phase. #eyorekindofbook #aprilbookshowers
Just a little Ode to Sylvia Plath today. (This Plath inspired candle by Hearth and Hammer smells so good I can't keep my nose out of it.) who are some of your favorite poets?
From another favorite of mine. The #babysitters by #SylviaPlath #WorldPoetryDay
