Monday, April 11, 2011

Sylvia Plath Poetry.

The Beast: Like all of her other poetry, this doesn't make any sense. The poem jumps around in each stanza. However, unlike the others, I didn't necessarily dislike this poem. Some of the lines were slightly amusing; "I've married a cupboard of rubbish," and "The sun sat in his armpit." Lines like these, which I don't think are meant to be funny, made me laugh anyways and lightened the mood of the poem (which was quite depressing, like everything else she's written). This poem, unlike others, manages to stay on one topic (for the most part), which made it slightly more enjoyable.

Female Author: I chose this poem because of the name. I ended up liking it more than any of the others I've read by her. It seems most normal and it represented an actual idea, and the metaphors and similes and all those parts of speech related to the poem, instead of going off into some other abstract meaning which I didn't understand.

I Am Vertical: This poem is quite depressing. The title was intriguing, but the first line immediately depressed me; "I am vertical, but I wish I was horizontal." She goes on to talk about how she wants to be dead and buried in a cemetery. I know most of her poetry is sad, but this is the most depressing one I've read so far. Because it talked about death in the first line, it set a horribly upsetting mood for the entire poem, opposed to just being vaguely dark like some of her others.

Sheep in Fog: Like the others, I came across this poem because of the name. Aside from that, I didn't really like anything about it. It talked literally about sheep in fog (and the meaning behind it was one I didn't grasp). I couldn't connect to the images she produced and even though it sounded rather nice, I didn't react to it in any particular way. It wasn't as depressing though, which was nice.

Metaphors: I like this poem a lot. Even though it didn't make any sense, for some reason, I still liked it. I think because the title was "Metaphors" and you have that idea of a metaphorical poem in mind, the fact that it literally doesn't make any sense is okay, and it just works.

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