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The Collected Poems

 Author: Sylvia Plath  Category: Poetry  Published: June 14, 1981  Language: English  File Size: 3.9 MB  Tags: ClassicsFeminismLiteratureMental HealthMental Illnesspoetry |  Download PDF
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The Collected Poems by Sylvia Plath, explores the theme of nature, love, death, electra complex and psychic disorders. In her poems, Plath evaluates her own life and her relationship with her father and her husband, Ted Hughes. Her poetry is an art of her self revelation.

Famous Quotes:

“I am made, crudely, for success.”

“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”

“Love Is a Parallax”

“In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.”

“Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.”

“I’m collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she’ll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me”

“If they substituted the word ‘Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.”

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”

“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”

“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”

“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.”

“I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.”

“I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”

“I am too pure for you or anyone.

“If you pluck out my heart to find what makes it move, You’ll halt the clock that syncopates our love.”

“I am myself. That is not enough.

“I hurl my heart to halt his pace.

“Not easy to state the change you made. If I’m alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.”


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