There's something about listening to or reading Plath that makes me want to get drunk. And when I get drunk, I listen to her.

Beautiful, she uses such vivd imagery, I LOVE and appreciate that we get to hear her voice, emphasizing, its a lovely voice as well. I purchased her journal months ago but realized it was edited by Ted Huges...after his name, many peoples names...it would say OMITTED...got me SO mad..I refused to read it and bought the Unagridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, which I HIGHLY recommend!

"I am too pure for you or anyone."

One of my favorite poems of Plath. It is just beautiful and reflects her many bouts with flu like illnesses. Ted Hughes wrote an answer to this poem in his final book "Birthday Letters." I feel so sorry for Frieda. She never knew her mother and her brother killed himself. Her father died from cancer in 1998. It must be eerie to hear the beautiful voice of her mother who adored her. Syllvia was taking a medication she could not take (her husband said that she took in the USA under a different name). She also was taking tonics for her loss of appetite and over the counter codiene she took to help her fevers. She did write some beautiful poetry and prose (Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams). Thirty years is all she could take. Heather Clark wrote a wonderful biography of Plath. I strongly recomment it whether or not you are a Plath fan.

We're old again, I see you Sylvia - Plath - Your adieu, It misses you.

"Your body hurts you as the world hurts God" - that's an amazing line thx for posting Mishima

Ah, but she does know that dark night of the soul. Thank you for this treat!

I always come back.

The way she says "water make me retch" gives me goosebumps.

Fever 103° Launch Audio in a New Window BY SYLVIA PLATH Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle! Love, love, the low smokes roll From me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel, Such yellow sullen smokes Make their own element. They will not rise, But trundle round the globe Choking the aged and the meek, The weak Hothouse baby in its crib, The ghastly orchid Hanging its hanging garden in the air, Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it white And killed it in an hour. Greasing the bodies of adulterers Like Hiroshima ash and eating in. The sin. The sin. Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss. Three days. Three nights. Lemon water, chicken Water, water make me retch. I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern-- My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. Does not my heat astound you! And my light! All by myself I am a huge camellia Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. I think I am going up, I think I may rise-- The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses, By kisses, by cherubim, By whatever these pink things mean! Not you, nor him Nor him, nor him (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)-- To Paradise.

One of my favorites. The way she read her work was appropriately dramatic and morbid, I think. Also, to the person who said (forever ago) that her voice sounded odd--she was originally from Boston and spent a significant amount of time in England as an adult. You can really hear that Boston drawl in certain phrases here, like the bit about "Isadora's scaaaahves" -- whereas in other parts you can hear just a bit of British/Transatlantic influence, specifically the bit from "the purple men" to "snuffed candle."

I am wondering if the recreation of any artist's life should be ever done

"The beads of hot metal fly and I love, I am a pure acetylene virgin" Genius.

Only partly. All of the images came from a documentary I have on Plath, and I simply edited them a bit.

el pecado el pecado! la yesca clama indeleble

where did you get the audio of her reading? where can I get it???

Hi mishima would like to get access to poetry read by her - for a own work. qhere did you get the documentary? does it including copyrights? ths Sigrun

i just read the bell jar but i am SO shocked to hear this is how her voice sounds loll very odd. by the way does anyone know what book of poetry they like the best of hers? i only know of one Ariel

Can anyone tell me what are the verses between "The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin" and "The tinder cries. The indelible smell"?

@ghostintheheart

6 жыл бұрын

Oh auto da fe, The purple men, gold crusted, Thick with spleen, Sit with their Hooks and crooks and Stoke the light. (this arrangement isn't true to Plaths', I'm just writing it for you)

@elisedunstan2080

4 ай бұрын

Plath looved Greek mythology and turned Cerebrus into an old wretch who could not lick his wounds. Cerebrus is the three headed dog at the gates of hell who in this poem can't lick their fevered tendon. She then describes the inescapable smell of a candle of the (fever) fire that will never snuff. This is a beautiful poem.

@elisedunstan2080

4 ай бұрын

That was in her original poem. She (or somene else edited it from "Ariel)" Hughes and his sister destroyed much of her final work.@@ghostintheheart

such a fucking boss ah

Thank you so much for this, beautiful job.