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I am now flooded with despair, almost hysteria, as if I were smothering. As if a great muscular owl were sitting on my chest, its talons clenching & constricting my heart." Psychological treatment,
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Harris was an English Literature student at Jesus College, Oxford, and his love of poetry shines through in the lyricism of the words and in the subject matter. The Rehearsal is dedicated to Elizabeth Bishop and Red Weather is dedicated to Wallace Stevens.
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Ted Hughes' widow Carol lays flowers at the unveiling of his memorial in the Poets' corner of Westminster Abbey, London Tuesday Dec. 6, 2011, joining a line of great British writers going back to Chaucer. Hughes died of cancer in 1998, months after... View Photo »
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It was incredibly meaningful for me that Ted Hughes [the British poet laureate from 1984 until his death in 1998, not to mention the husband of famed American poet Sylvia Plath] sat on the judging panel and, apparently, didn’t laugh outright at what I’d written.
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Poetry remains his passion, even after he was thwarted from pursuing a masters degree in the subject because of education cuts in the early 1980s. His taste in poetry now ranges from Sylvia Plath, with a collection of her works on his bedside table, to...
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Reading the poems of Sylvia Plath on her 59th death anniversary on Saturday was a tough task for Venkat Krishnan as the Anna Centenary Library had a blackout. It was dark inside the reading rooms and, without airconditioning, it was uncomfortably warm...
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Plath wrote in "The Bell Jar" that "if you expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed." Initially, Plath's statement may reek of bitterness, but when it comes to relationships, it's quite brilliant -- and accurate. In the beginning of a...
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Ela vem e vai. A cada manhã é o seu rosto que substitui a escuridão. Em mim ela afogou uma menina, e em mim uma velha Se ergue em direção a ela dia após dia, como um peixe terrível. trad. André Cardoso (in 34 LETRAS, issue 5/6, Ed. 34 Literatura and...
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Happiness writes white, whereas silent Rothko red is the shade of suicide. Besides, deaths are easier to remember than birthdays, and a bad end is sexier than dying in your sleep. Suicide is a blind date with a dark stranger, a way of shouting Cut! ...
About Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist and short story writer. Full Article
