The Journals of Sylvia Plath

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Plath's gravestone, in Heptonstall's parish churchyard of St Thomas the Apostle bears the inscription that Hughes chose for her: [50] "Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted." Biographers attribute the source of the quote to the Hindu text the Bhagavad Gita [50] or to the 16th-century Buddhist novel Journey to the West written by Wu Cheng'en. [51] [52] It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward. I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Can’t stop thinking I am just beginning. In 10 years I will be 30 and not ancient and maybe good. Hope. Prospects. Work, though, and I love it. Delivering babies. Maybe even both kinds.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Exclusive Sylvia Plath extract: Mary Ventura and the Ninth Kingdom". The Guardian. December 29, 2018. Archived from the original on November 24, 2020 . Retrieved January 12, 2021.

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. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. Newman, Charles, editor, The Art of Sylvia Plath: A Symposium, Indiana University Press (Bloomington, IN), 1970. The Blood Jet Is Poetry". Time. June 10, 1966. Archived from the original on March 10, 2015 . Retrieved July 9, 2010. Book review, Ariel. Tabor, Stephen. (1988). Sylvia Plath: An Analytical Bibliography. London: Mansell. ISBN 0-7201-1830-1. Sylvia Plath's Cambridge-era Prose: A Survey". sylviaplathinfo.blogspot.com . Retrieved October 31, 2023.The nurse was due to arrive at nine on the morning of February 11, 1963, to help Plath with the care of her children. Upon arrival, she could not get into the flat but eventually gained access with the help of a workman, Charles Langridge. They found Plath dead with her head in the oven, having sealed the rooms between her and her sleeping children with tape, towels and cloths. [42] She was 30 years old. [43] Plath met poet Ted Hughes on February 25, 1956. In a 1961 BBC interview (now held by the British Library Sound Archive), [24] Plath describes how she met Hughes: God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Drugs a 'key factor' in Plath's suicide, claimed Hughes | Books | The Guardian". theguardian.com . Retrieved July 16, 2023. Anemona Hartocollis (March 8, 2018). "Sylvia Plath, a Postwar Poet Unafraid to Confront Her Own Despair". The New York Times. Archived from the original on March 8, 2018 . Retrieved March 9, 2018. Plath seemed to make a good recovery and returned to college. In January 1955, she submitted her thesis The Magic Mirror: A Study of the Double in Two of Dostoyevsky's Novels, and in June graduated from Smith with an A.B., summa cum laude. [20] She was a member of the Phi Beta Kappa academic honor society, [14] and had an IQ of around 160. [21] [22] is reviewed between 08.30 to 16.30 Monday to Friday. We're experiencing a high volume of enquiries so it may take us If I were a man, I could write a novel about this; being a woman, why must I only cry and freeze, cry and freeze?” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia PlathEditing– American Poetry Now: A Selection of the Best Poems by Modern American Writers, appended to Critical Quarterly Poetry Supplement, number 2 in 1961 Poem published in London Magazine, later printed in Tri-Quarterly in Fall 1966, and published in Naked Poetry in 1969. Revised and published in Pursuit in 1973. Published as a book with facsimile manuscript by The Pioneer Valley Printing Company as a limited edition of 150 copies in 1982. Barnard, Caroline King (1978), Sylvia Plath, Twayne's United States Authors, MacMillan Publishing Company, pp.121–128, ISBN 0-8057-7219-7 Sylvia Plath's Tombstone in England Defaced, Removed: 25 Years After Her Suicide, Tormented American Poet Finds No Peace". Los Angeles Times. Associated Press. June 5, 1988. Archived from the original on September 2, 2018 . Retrieved September 13, 2018.

Steinberg, Peter K. (2004). Sylvia Plath. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Chelsea House. ISBN 0-7910-7843-4.

Then Ted left for Amherst and his interview-lunch, me riffling through old poems, drifting, dreamlike, wondering if I was crazy or just more casual about my work.” – Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Guardian (Manchester, England), August 18, 2001, Christina Patterson, "Ted on Sylvia, for the Record," p. R3. Dalrymple, Theodore (2010). Spoilt Rotten: The Toxic Cult of Sentimentality. London: Gibson Square Books. ISBN 978-1-906142-61-2.