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Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Ariel. Sep 27, Paul Bryant rated it it was amazing Shelves: the-sylvia-and-ted-show. Inspired by Paul Legault's brilliant idea of translating Emily Dickinson's poems into English, I thought immediately - I have to steal that idea.

So here are some of the Ariel poems of Sylvia Plath translated into English. I have, of course, tried my utmost to perform this task with tact, discretion and good taste.

Look, let's get this straight. I am a tree, you are a woman. We can never be together, not in the way you'd like, anyway. Plus, you're kind of irritati Inspired by Paul Legault's brilliant idea of translating Emily Dickinson's poems into English, I thought immediately - I have to steal that idea. Plus, you're kind of irritating. So he was toast. I should have dimed the bastard. Every single person in the whole hotel was talking about me behind my back.

I don't like bikinis. Don't even get me started on nude beaches. Tee hee. Also, I scratched myself and made myself bleed. I don't really recommend marriage. But I was thinking that if I unwrapped it, it would bite my face off.

So I didn't. So I went to the bee keepers' meeting. It was like something out of Alfred Hitchcock. I liked it. I get blase about stings. It's like a metaphor. Or the French. I can't decide. I wish I was a bee. No, I don't really. That would be silly. I think it would be silly. Maybe it wouldn't be silly. Okay, that's not much of a secret. So I was filing and I knew I could destroy them if I chose, just like that, but I didn't choose to that day.

Of course, later, the penny dropped. I think I am going to pour sulphuric acid on your head while you are sleeping. I'll do it tonight. That's why he's still alive. If I had any strength in my limbs I would have sulphuric-acided his head last night. CUT I nearly cut my fucking thumb off when I was making a casserole for a man. I jumped about swearing. I could have cut off something useful, like his member, but no, it had to be my thumb.

You really don't want to, it's kind of a drag and there's nothing to do there, but you just feel you have to because you're a good person.

Oh no, wait a minute - this is worse, that would be better. So when you mix 'em up with a thick fog, the results are hilarious. View all 57 comments.

Jul 28, Ahmad Sharabiani rated it really liked it Shelves: united-states , 20th-century , classics , poetry. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel, as well as The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death.

In The Collected Poems were published, including many previously unpublished works. Ariel was the second book of Sylvia Plath's poetry to be published.

It was originally published in , two years after her death by suicide. The poems in the edition of Ariel, with their free flowing images and characteristically menacing psychic landscapes, marked a dramatic turn from Plath's earlier Colossus poems.

View all 3 comments. Nov 28, Manny rated it it was amazing Shelves: strongly-recommended , why-not-call-it-poetry.

When I was a kid, I loved stories about intrepid explorers who visited places no one had ever seen before, and died heroically in the attempt. I guess Scott of the Antarctic is the canonical example - though later on, I discovered to my surprise that Norwegians just think he was an idiot who didn't prepare carefully, and that Amundsen was the real hero.

So what's this g When I was a kid, I loved stories about intrepid explorers who visited places no one had ever seen before, and died heroically in the attempt. So what's this got to do with Ariel? I was trying to figure out why I like it so much it's been one of my absolute favorite pieces of poetry since I first came across it as a teenager , and it struck me that maybe I admired it for similar reasons.

Sylvia Plath went on an expedition to a sort of emotional Antarctica, a place most people have heard of but never visited, where you experience love so intensely that it ends up killing you. Before that happened, however, she managed to send back detailed reports of what she'd found there. Perhaps another reason why I associate her and the brave Captain Scott is that she died during the English winter of I was five at the time, and some of my first memories are of the bitter cold, and of how incredibly deep the snow was.

I remember that we were snowed in, and that my father shovelled a path to the house next door, so that we could at least visit them. The snow was much higher than his head. A few hundred miles away, Sylvia had left her husband, and was living in London with her two children. She killed herself on February Here are some of the passages from Ariel that I think of most often.

I have always assumed that the title poem is about having sex with Ted Hughes, though I found out recently that it's also about her horse.

It ends like this White Godiva, I unpeel - Dead hands, dead stringencies. And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child's cry Melts in the wall.

The beginning of Elm is another of my favourite passages, which expresses better than anything else I can think of just how painful love can be. I remember once showing it to a friend who's had a rather difficult life we'd been having some discussion about poetry.

She seemed almost physically affected; I remember she turned pale, and couldn't finish reading it. I wished I'd had more sense: I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing And I love the end of Nick and the Candlestick , which she apparently wrote to her son, two years old at the time: O embryo Remembering, even in sleep, Your crossed position.

The blood blooms clean In you, ruby. The pain You wake to is not yours. Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses, With soft rugs-- The last of Victoriana. Let the stars Plummet to their dark address, Let the mercuric Atoms that cripple drip Into the terrible well, You are the one Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.

I was so shocked when I read earlier this year that he had also killed himself. By the way, most people have been very dismissive of the movie with Gwynneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig.

I seem to be one of the rare exceptions; the script was nothing special, but I thought Paltrow had done a fine job of capturing her personality on screen. View all 38 comments. Shelves: poetry , read-in Still drowsy with soft shades of silky sheets printed on my cheeks my glassy eyes try to focus on stray words that chop like sharpened axes. Streams of unleashed running waters wash over me but fail to cleanse my soul. I am unsettled. Disturbing images flood the still pond of my mind, I feel faint visualizing drops of blood soaking weaved carpets of fluffy snowflakes drawing impossibly flowery forms on shimmering innocence, red tulips opening their moist petals aroused by treacherous dew at dawn, warmth bitterly frozen in morbid colors.

Vulnerability and firm willpower are both present in form and content in this collection of poems. I encounter unapologetic Sylvia in her Lady Lazarus bewitching me with her defiant assertion: Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. Let the poems speak for themselves. I thirstily swallow these 43 naked poems trying not to choke on their rawness and I unexpectedly find myself dragged by the powerful force of this kaleidoscopic river of white pure waters, red sensual nooks and black nihilist crannies.

I am lost in this world of barren landscapes and atrocious celestial bodies, of endless inner wars and abandoned children and abused fathers. Eternity bores me, I never wanted it. A Communion wafer?

Blubbery Mary? I shall take no bite of your body, Bottle in which I live, Ghastly Vatican. I am sick to death of hot salt. Green as eunuchs, your wishes Hiss at my sins. Off, off, eely tentacle! There is nothing between us. It would be a sin not to allow their colorful feathers to be spread and fly away.

Sylvia escaped from a colorless world to soar the skies of eternity, tingeing them with burning bright celestial pathways that enlighten the firmament of those who, from time to time, dare to look up to the floors of heaven and allow themselves to be consumed by the flames of blazing and immortal art. It is the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? View all 42 comments. May 01, Jon Nakapalau rated it it was amazing Shelves: autobiography , poetry , favorites.

Haunting and honest - a scalpel that cuts so deep and quick you don't even feel it. View 2 comments. Nov 19, Duane rated it really liked it Shelves: poetry , rated-books , reviewed-books. What do I think? I honestly don't know. I admit that Sylvia Plath's poetry may be beyond my ability to fullly understand.

Maybe the more I read the better I will understand. An editor will review the submission and either publish your submission or provide feedback. The Question and Answer section for Ariel is a great resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel. Ariel study guide contains a biography of Sylvia Plath, literature essays, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis.

Ariel literature essays are academic essays for citation. These papers were written primarily by students and provide critical analysis of Ariel. Remember me. Forgot your password? Study Guide for Ariel Ariel study guide contains a biography of Sylvia Plath, literature essays, quiz questions, major themes, characters, and a full summary and analysis. Ted Hughes and the Corpus of Sylvia Plath. The American Poetry Review, Vol.

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