Sylvia Plath! (poem) by Victor K. Pryles on AuthorsDen

Sylvia Plath!
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I remember her. Do you?

Oh. I'm shivering, Silvia. I'm still shivering. You spoke do! You and death's child Anne. Back then when, my own child, I needed to hear you both. Now I'm old and I want suicide best as you. Best as you and Sexton. Couldn't possbile be as best as you. Best and you and Sexton. BUT I CAN DIE AS SIMPLY AS YOU BOTH. MY SOUL IS SIMPLE. What? Aren't all the souls as simple as you and me? They will laugh at the spelling sweet child of night....aren't....won't they? But underdeath it all there--- only a hooope of death. D----eath..death...a great groodbye. I slit my wrists, and wondered back then about how awful His Idea was. Life, sweet life,--- is there love? If so, then I no longer wish to slit my wrists I only hooope. I hoope (mispelled) But now my age tells me that it will soon be my heart that stops....stops...stops..hurray! I'm not 23, when I slit my wrists and worshipped you sweet Poestesses--I'm now quite old and quite less gifted and dream of death and know of death much more than you---sweet poetesses. I know beacuse I'm still alive. Isn't that so nice? Taking words and messaging them until they break into brittle peices like my breath. I'm losing my breath sweet angels. But I remebmer you both--justifying your defiance. Oh! How rediculous I feel. Among your words-- pliant, deft, triagular, frisky. Oh! I'm shivering Silvia. I'm still shivering. You spoke do. Do---slip into the sweet depths of the deep drowning diaphanous depths of the water... to join you... it was there, the water that never let the blood flow...I was too stupid it was that, simpleton, me... But now I know-- I CAN kill myself---- But now I'm too old But still so young, so young as you to think that these horrid realizations are enough to make me wish upon death I won't do it, sweet sisters of breath and words and life.

Reviewed by Mei Liu (Reader)

Reviewed on October 22, 2006

"Ennui," a previously unpublished poem by the late Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Sylvia Plath, will appear November 1, 2006 in Blackbird: an online journal of literature and the arts (www.blackbird.vcu.edu). Journey, a published poet and recent winner of the Wabash Prize from Sycamore Review, is the author of a forthcoming scholarly article on "Ennui."

Mei Liu (Intern, Blackbird: an online journal of literature and the arts)

Reviewed by Monika Arnett-Cochran

Reviewed on June 13, 2004

Powerful...yes! Embracing with peaceful love....I thank you.

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)

Reviewed on October 14, 2003

Beautiful, Unique, Interesting and Intriguing...Have VERY MUCH enjoyed this write!
~Nikki~

Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop

Reviewed on October 13, 2003

V moving to read it, living with age, poetry & them after having committed a domestic suicide at least

Reviewed by Janet Caldwell

Sexton & Plath were remarkable poets. Their poems and bios certainly left a mark on me, almost inviting me to join them. Like you, I refused and kept on living, at least trying to live. Excellent piece.

JC xoxoxo

Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)

Reviewed on October 12, 2003

This awed me! I love Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath! Fine poets. I agree in every way--they were too young. Your images and longing are very exquisite. This is a very fine piece of work. Was a pleasure to read you.

Thank You,
Teresa Emilie

Reviewed by Andi Chrisman (Reader)

powerful, the references to Plath and Sexton are like none I've seen before...very very powerful