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The Collected Poems The aim of the present complete edition which contains a numbered seuence of the 224 poems written after 1956 together with a further 50 poems chosen from her pre 1956 work is to bring Sylvia Plath's poetry together in one volume including the various uncollected and unpublished pieces and to set everything in as true a chronological order as is possible so that the whole progress and achievement of this unusual poet will become accessible to readers

  • Hardcover
  • 349 pages
  • The Collected Poems
  • Sylvia Plath
  • English
  • 18 March 2016
  • 9780808595045

About the Author: Sylvia Plath

Anne Sexton Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry initiated by

10 thoughts on “The Collected Poems

  1. Vanessa Vanessa says:

    “Out of the ashI rise with my red hairand I eat men like air”

  2. Michael Michael says:

    Astute ironic and intense Plath's poems brood over a wide range of topics through language that's cutting in its precision The poet's sharp intellect consistently is interesting but her early collections read as less forceful and breathtaking than her later ones; with age Plath moved away from the stiff but accomplished formalism of her early poetry toward a risk taking aesthetic of the theatrical Had she had the chance to develop that style she likely would have fulfilled her early promise and published several daring volumes

  3. jack jack says:

    i keep coming back to plath as a source of inspiration for my own writing or alternately as a reason to never try to write anything again because people she is one of the best arguably one of the top five american poets of all time the only downer of this book is that ted hughes edited it and he was the piece of shit she killed herself over so if you want to read the ariel poems in their correct initially intended order check out the notes in the back for that why that asshole thought he could or should re organize her order after she died is beyond me maybe it had something to do with that fact that he and his worthless writing is only famous for the assosciation with her just saying is all

  4. Pewterbreath Pewterbreath says:

    Whoo boy nobody has given me trouble than Sylvia Plath Only Byron may be as difficult in seperating the personality from the work and with him we at least have a good bit of time since the works were actually written I half wonder if anybody can really be objective about her work See she has a group of followers who just about worship her to the point of Tori Amos's fans where everything she's done is meaningful and perfect Her suicide date is celebrated Every word she wrote is put through the lens of her suicide Hemingway commited suicide too but if I recall correctly people celebrate his LIFE and not his death And don't even get me started on all those who read Plath and practically no other poetrySounds like I don't like her much eh? Actually I have no problems with her just her fans I find irritating Her work is good and not about suicide or sad things at all Daddy good as it is isn't even close to her best work though it may be the most uintessential The best way to read her IMHO is to pretend you know nothing of the women and get over the obsession with tacking every poem to her biography Poems are meant to be free If you want her life story read her diary

  5. Ramblin& Ramblin& says:

    Sylvia Plath was super gangsta She stuck her head in an oven and killed herself Besides that she wrote some pretty dope poetry and was super fresh I apologize for writing in outdated youthful urban slang but I was bored and thought it might spice up these less than mediocre reviews I can see now after closer examination this was a terrible decision Once again I apologize for the inconvenience Also reading Plath's poems extremely intoxicated on alcoholic beverages can be a rewarding and exciting adventure However I strongly advise you DO NOT stick your head in an oven during this drunken escapade to replicate how the author might have felt before her last seconds on earth expiredThis could end in truly deadly results or even worse a failed attempt to make a joke out of this shameful incident at future family gatherings or while hanging out with friends This will only lead to ridicule and the epiphany that close family and friends have not been laughing with you all those years but at youFinally I mostly read this book because I was accused of being misogynistic due to the lack of women authors I have read I hope I have proven to you all that I am not misogynistic and do in fact like women After reading Sylvia Plath a woman I hope you all think I am not misogynistic anyHowever I still believe women have smaller brains and belong in the kitchenI don't know after sobering up her words are a bit clamoured together and read densely I CAN'T DO IT I am sorry world but there is not enough booze for me to get through it I shamefully throw in the towel its just too denseI guess I really do hate women after allsorry Life is too short to torture yourself and drudge through thisPlath taught us thatSuper dope uotesWe mask our past in the green of eden pretend future's shining fruit can sprout from the navel of this present wasteHorizontal lines are like duskeveryone breathing the sameAlso the poems Pursuit and Tale of a Tub are pretty great

  6. Glitterbomb Glitterbomb says:

    I keep coming back to Sylvia Plath whenever I'm trying to make sense of my own troubles Since my troubles rarely make sense that means I come back to this uite oftenWhich is so incredibly cliched it would normally make me cringe I mean its screams I'm a damaged girl and I read Sylvia Plath just like all the other damaged girlsBut I don't cringe because ultimately her poetry makes me feel I have this incredibly old earmarked and tattered edition that is full of notes in the margins words underlined and phrases highlighted Scraps of paper with my thoughts tucked between the pages Its the only book I have ever taken a pencil to and its incredibly private It doesn't live on my bookshelves with the rest of my collection And its the only book I don't lend out the friends and family I'm selfish with itEach time I pick it up I flick to a random page and take it all in again afresh Each reading means something different to me or I see something a different way For how angry destructive and wrenching these poems are they also set the reader free and that's why I keep coming back to them

  7. Esther Esther says:

    My psychiatrist laughed when I said I read Sylvia Plath why do all you young women etc I do think part of it is that Sylvia becomes a friend if you go through some of the same stuff she did Any famous person who shares your condition does But to say that's all she's good for as if there's no merit or instruction in her workAnd then once again it's back to the emotional Plath phrases that crush your head both because they are so well wrought and also because you know exactly what she was talking aboutI've spent a dozen years reading this book and I've learned that Plath and I may cross over emotionally but our poetic jaws are not the same I don't always understand how her construction works Part of why I keep readingHaving her all together like this including juvenilia is a lesson especially as her life was so short I've sought several other complete works since stumbling across this one

  8. Erin Dunn Erin Dunn says:

    really enjoyed reading Sylvia Plath's poetry Ever since I read The Bell Jar and then googled Sylvia and learned about her I have been fascinated by her life and her work I also loved her book of unabridged journals So when I saw there was a book of her poetry I just had to buy it and read itSylvia Plath's writing is just so addicting Everything flows beautifully and I just loved so many of these poems I had such a great time reading this book while I was out relaxing in a cabin in the woods I still wish I was there on vacation reading this book of poetryThese poems are just so emotional and honest They speak to me as a woman There is just something about Sylvia Plath's writing that I connect with at the very core of myself I'm sure some psychiatrist would have a field day with that but there it is Overall I thought The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath was a great book of poetry that I would recommend to all Sylvia Plath fans even if you aren't a poetry fan

  9. Jen Jen says:

    I had this exact edition and carried this book with me all the time My favorite poem is below in it is below I Am VerticalBy Sylvia PlathBut I would rather be horizontalI am not a tree with my root in the soilSucking up minerals and motherly loveSo that each March I may gleam into leaf Nor am I the beauty of a garden bedAttracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted Unknowing I must soon unpetalCompared with me a tree is immortalAnd a flower head not tall but startling And I want the one's longevity and the other's daringTonight in the infinitesimal light of the stars The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odorsI walk among them but none of them are noticingSometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them Thoughts gone dimIt is natural to me lying downThen the sky and I are in open conversation And I shall be useful when I lie down finallyThen the trees may touch me for once and the flowers have time for me

  10. Ruxandra Gîdei Ruxandra Gîdei says:

    It was really interesting to read so many of Sylvia’s poems chronologically and too see her find a voice of her own over the years While I have to say that most of the poems she wrote before 1959 either bored or puzzled me as she used very complicated syntax and overembellished them – which resulted in nothing than a collection of vague and highly impersonal lines – it was well worth reading this volume for what followed I mean here’s her last poem The woman is perfectedHer deadBody wears the smile of accomplishmentThe illusion of a Greek necessityFlows in the scrolls of her togaHer bareFeet seem to be sayingWe have come so far it is overEach dead child coiled a white serpentOne at each littlePitcher of milk now emptyShe has foldedThen back into her body as petalsOf a rose close when the gardenStiffens and doors bleedFrom the street deep throats of the night flowerThe moon has nothing to be sad aboutStarting from her hood of boneShe is used to this sort of thingHer blacks crackle and drag Edge 5 February 1963absolutely chilling

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