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4.09 AVERAGE
4.09 AVERAGE
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“Olen vasta kolmenkymmenen.
Ja kuten kissan on minun yhdeksän kertaa
kuoltava.”
“Rakkaus kuolemaan tekee sairaaksi.”
Joitain säkeitä kirjassa oli jotka erityisesti resonoivat, paljon jäi kuitenkin varmaan ymmärtämättä. En mielestäni osaa lukea tai tulkita runoutta, mutta koitan opetella. Pitää ehkä myös lukea alkuperäiskielellä. Osa taiasta katoaa aina käännöksien myötä, vaikkeivat huonoja olisikaan... Mikkolan esipuhe hyödyllinen ensikertaa tutustuvalle. Kiitos hänelle käännöksestä.
Ja kuten kissan on minun yhdeksän kertaa
kuoltava.”
“Rakkaus kuolemaan tekee sairaaksi.”
Joitain säkeitä kirjassa oli jotka erityisesti resonoivat, paljon jäi kuitenkin varmaan ymmärtämättä. En mielestäni osaa lukea tai tulkita runoutta, mutta koitan opetella. Pitää ehkä myös lukea alkuperäiskielellä. Osa taiasta katoaa aina käännöksien myötä, vaikkeivat huonoja olisikaan... Mikkolan esipuhe hyödyllinen ensikertaa tutustuvalle. Kiitos hänelle käännöksestä.
challenging
dark
emotional
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dark
reflective
sad
medium-paced
“It is a terrible thing
To be so open: it as if my heart
Put on a face and walked into the world.” (Three Women, 1962)
“I have tried to be blind in love, like other women
Blind in my bed, with my dear blind sweet one,
Not looking, through the thick dark for the face of another.” (Three Women, 1962)
To be so open: it as if my heart
Put on a face and walked into the world.” (Three Women, 1962)
“I have tried to be blind in love, like other women
Blind in my bed, with my dear blind sweet one,
Not looking, through the thick dark for the face of another.” (Three Women, 1962)
I read Plath's work slowly, to take it all in over a longer period of time, but it all came like a rush of raw emotion pouring over me. Sylvia's work sticks to you like humidity.
I'll leave you with the poem that stuck the most:
"My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart."
I'll leave you with the poem that stuck the most:
"My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart."
dark
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What a powerhouse Plath was. For much of the depression in her life it was pleasant to find work of her's that was positive and lively. I was thoroughly impressed with how well her lines would fall of of the tongue sometimes. She was also a master at picking just the right words to impact the reader deeply. Going to be thinking about her works and rereading them often.
Favorite Poems:
All the Dead Dears
Tulips
Mirror
Lady Lazarus
Favorite Poems:
All the Dead Dears
Tulips
Mirror
Lady Lazarus
uhmm i LOVE the bell jar but plath‘s poetry is not for me. at all. loved a few tiny bits but that’s it. maybe i just didn’t get it lmao
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