#poetry #S ylviaPlath  'The Colossus and Other Poems' is a poetry collection of forty poems by American poet Sylvi...



#poetry #SylviaPlath

 'The Colossus and Other Poems' is a poetry collection of forty poems by American poet Sylvia Plath. She was also a novelist, a short story writer and in youth a painter and aquarellist.
I can't even begin to describe how much I love the poetry of Sylvia Plath, her poetry is dark yet sensuous, feminine yet all relating and always facing polarities like life and death. The circumstances and experiences of life shape the personality and that personality shapes the poetry and in poetry of confessional poets like Plath all that experience is evident in every one of her poems.
In 'The Colossus' there are a lot of corpses, flowers,hearts, mushrooms, and landscapes. The mental landscapes and of course - outer whose descriptions are rich with the shades, sounds, and especially textures.

willow wisp

Once in an interview, she said: 'Now that I have attained, shall I say, a respectable age, and have had experiences, I feel much more interested in prose, in the novel. I feel that in a novel, for example, you can get in toothbrushes and all the paraphernalia that one finds in daily life, and I find this more difficult in poetry. Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you’ve got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you’ve just got to burn away all the peripherals.'
And that's exactly how these poems are written - sharp and to the point, even if you are not sure what the poem is about you can feel yourself through it. I feel like her soul is bare naked in this poems and that's why you shouldn't, probably, read them all at once, maybe one per day.
They're not difficult, maybe some are a bit disturbing and dark (but it's the darkness that glows), and one should savour in them before moving to another. It's interesting how people still discuss the hidden meaning in her poems, like 'Sow' (it's about femininity, jealousy, motherhood or just a pig, or, like one of my friends said, it's about hunger). It obviously doesn't only mean one thing and  “People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.”  ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Whatever the meaning of any poem was in the first place, the important thing is to find something that resonates with your inner process. Whatever difficult situation you're going through right now it's comforting to know someone years ago went through the same thing and had written incredibly beautiful poetry about it that still touches people's hearts.
Maybe you should read her biography to see about her life and why she was depressed and words, metaphors and tragic strangeness of imagery of her poems mirror that state.

'...a firework of echoes from wall
To wall of the dark …'
'...hours of blankness....'

You're sad, then depressed, then its hours of blankness, then numbness, then nothingness, then air. And the air is something more sublime more transcendent...pure.
'As a poet, one lives a bit on air.'- as she said in the same interview cited above. Perhaps she meant that poets can live on nothing, but I'm strongly reminded of this:
' Anaximenes ... declared that air is the principle of existing things; for from it all things come-to-be and into it they are again dissolved. As our soul, he says, being air holds us together and controls us, so does wind [or breath] and air enclose the whole world.' - Anaximenes of Miletus

Of delicate nature...

There is always something that happens in one's life that one never gets over, maybe one cannot forgive. Forgive themselves or destiny for handling them that experience and Plath takes all that and writes poems directly from that exhilarated, defeated and embittered emotional state.
' What I want back is what I was
Before the bed, before the knife,
Before the brooch-pin and the salve
Fixed me in this parenthesis'
And that word parenthesis creates an image of imprisonment, being trapped. Maybe of hermitage (https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hermitage).

“The Prisoner” 1878 Nikolai Alexandrovich Yaroshenko (1846 - 1898) - Google pretraživanje
Nikolai Alexandrovich Yaroshenko 

Writing poems can be a spiritual endeavor,-'And faithfulness of attention to physical imagery is valuable because through it we may learn about appearance of the world outside of us, or in other words things about we didn't know before. Doing so help us to escape from the singleness of our minds, which, if lived exclusively, become prisons.' - Thom Gunn
'Is there no way out of the mind' – S. Plath
All thinkers and overthinkers  can relate to this.

night blooms

To end my wording of love for the strange psyche at the core of Plath's poetry, I'm sharing the lines
from the last poem in 'The Colossus', 'The Stones':

'Dead men leave eyes for others.
Love is the uniform of my bald nurse.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.'

It's a must have for your bookshelf, and since I've already quoted Harper Lee I'll remind you that both ladies are Pulitzer prize winners, Plath was unfortunately awarded posthumously. And if you haven't already read the 'Go Set a Watchman' it's time to do it, for me it's the book of the year, and if you liked the beloved classic 'To Kill a Mockingbird' you won't be disappointed with the sequel.

Justin Fitzpatrick, Sylvia Plath and the Worry Bird, 2008  (via lovingsylvia)
Justin Fitzpatrick, 'Sylvia Plath and the Worry Bird'


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