The Collected Poems by Sylvia Plath

"Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air."             

                                                    ― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems (Lady Lazarus)

Synopsis

By the time of her death on 11, February 1963, Sylvia Plath had written a large bulk of poetry. To my knowledge, she never scrapped any of her poetic efforts. With one or two exceptions, she brought every piece she worked on to some final form acceptable to her, rejecting at most the odd verse, or a false head or a false tail. Her attitude to her verse was artisan-like: if she couldn’t get a table out of the material, she was quite happy to get a chair, or even a toy. The end product for her was not so much a successful poem, as something that had temporarily exhausted her ingenuity. So this book contains not merely what verse she saved, but—after 1956—all she wrote.

Review

Rating: ★★★★★

Sylvia Plath was a GENIUS. Her writing is just so unique, so brilliant and so beautiful. Sylvia’s writing makes me feel, she writes in a way that you feel every single line she writes. She may be one of my favorite authors of all times.

Her poetry never disappoints. Every poem is different and written with the same beautiful prose as the rest of her writing. Every poem she wrote was better than the next one. She’s one of the best American poets of all time.  My favorite poems are: Lady Lazarus (obviously), The Rival, Tulips, Electra on Azalea Path, Morning Song, Daddy, and Vanity Fair.

I always recommend to every person I know to read Sylvia Plath, so if you haven’t, READ SYLVIA PLATH <3