Sylvia Plath. Sylvia Plath. I was first introduced to her back in 2013, when Company Magazine, now defunct, featured The Bell Jar in their monthly A-Z. It was the 50th anniversary of publication. And they were raising a “dirty martini” to Plath in celebration. Fast forward four years, and Plath is still very much part of my life.
This was a Christmas gift-thanks Mum!-and contains a good few poems that I am unfamiliar with. As the blurb notes, these were collected by Plath’s husband, Ted Hughes, and constitute the transitional period between The Colossus and Ariel. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
What’s lacking is Sylvia over reaching influence; these lack order, and aren’t necessarily as meaningful as later verses, such as Daddy and Lady Lazarus. But the one that stuck out most to me was Parliament Field Hills-the poem documenting Plath’s miscarriage. It’s sad beyond words. But it’s a moment in time that impacted the rest of her literary career.
What do you think? Do you read poetry?