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  1. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  2. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”

    Sylvia Plath, #author of The Bell Jar

    #books #writers #quotes #literature #SylviaPlath #Plath #TheBellJar #bookstodon @bookstodon #bookstagram #reading #writing #booksky #readingcommunity #BookTok #book #booklovers #bookish #Bookwyrm #bookworm #booklover

  3. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  4. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  5. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  6. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  7. Poe M

    I had a lovely chat with Mr. Poe.
    The Tell-Tale Heart is dead you know.
    Twas in a gutter where he lay,
    De Grave is the special of the day,
    and Sylvia's supper is silence-fraught,
    'neath airless glass forever caught,
    while Emily's friends assist her decay.
    Did I hear a fly buzz when a chariot
    rolled away?
    
    Here, death comes to the so-called gifted too,
    with shriveled face and a pompous hairdo
    to hand out the awards with a toothy grin.
    She gives me one more honorable mention,
    old as the hills with the hand of a child,
    scribbles on a page, satisfied smile, 
    simple-minded pupils, but they'll catch her gaze,
    feasting on the tutor's highly-seasoned praise.
    
    I leave with a bitter taste on my tongue, 
    my thoughts on writers who died too young, 
    and fossils mumbling weird poetry, 
    leaving no room at the table for me.
    
    The soup's rather tasteless, though I am sure it is wet. 
    Pardon me, but I've already 'et, 
    and I've had my fill of "no" and "not yet,"
    So I won't be ordering from your menu, 
    thou Poet Laureate.

    June 1988 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1988 #bellJar #bitterTaste #cloche #creativeDisappointment #darkHumor #darkLiteraryHumor #deathAndPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe #EmilyDickinson #gothicLiterature #gothicPoetry #hauntedBanquet #honorableMention #literaryCriticism #literaryGhosts #literarySatire #macabrePoetry #outsiderPoet #People #poetLaureate #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #poetryAndFailure #poetryAwards #poetryContest #rejectedPoet #surrealPoetry #SylviaPlath #writersLife #Writing
  8. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  9. Having spent the week in Yorkshire, I couldn’t resist picking up The Poems of Sylvia Plath, a new landmark edition edited by Amanda Golden and Karen V. Kukil and published just last week. This edition draws on decades of research and almost doubles the content of the 1981 Collected Poems.

    The second image here is from a visit to Plath’s grave at the church at Heptonstall, back in September 2020. I still find it hard to believe that she was only 30 when she died, and yet she produced so much incandescent work.

    #SylviaPlath #Poetry #Poets #Faber #AmandaGolden #KarenVKukil #Heptonstall #Yorkshire #Bookstodon @bookstodon

  10. La luna sin entristecerse de nada

    observa desde su capucha de hueso.

    Ella la usa para estas cosas.

    Su crujido negro y arrastrado.” Sylvia Plath #poem #sylviaplath

    5 de febrero de 1963

    Traducción del inglés, Mario Bojórquez.

    De Collected poems, edited by Ted Hughes, Harper & Row, Publishers Inc., N. Y., 1992.

  11. So we shall walk barefoot on walnut shells of withered worlds, and stamp out puny hells and heavens till the spirits squeak surrender. 🌹🌹

    #SylviaPlath #quotes

  12. “ Disarmato” era l’unica parola che poteva descrivere il mio cuore mentre era accanto al suo.

    Sylvia Plath

    da Diari, Adelphi, 1998

    #SylviaPlath #poesia #amore #cctmwebsite #anoipiaceleggere #leggere

  13. Yale Library: Beinecke Library acquires Sylvia Plath family papers. “The Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library has acquired a significant archive documenting the life and work of American poet Sylvia Plath. The Plath Family Papers document Plath’s relationships with family members, especially her mother Aurelia and brother Warren, and the publication and reception of her work after her […]

    https://rbfirehose.com/2025/11/08/yale-library-beinecke-library-acquires-sylvia-plath-family-papers/

  14. «È un tango.» Marco mi guidò tra i ballerini. «Io amo il tango.»
    «Non lo so ballare.»
    «Non lo deve ballare lei. Ballerò io.»
    (La campana di vetro, Mondadori)

    ricordando #SylviaPlath
    27 ott.1932-1963

    #rileggomolto #UnoLibri
    #scrittodidonna #scattodidonna
    @cultura

    (ph. Tina Modotti)

  15. Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

    #literature #sylviaplath #august #quote

  16. #Free #OnlineEvent: The Greatness of #SylviaPlath

    Sarah Ruden joins #LibraryOfAmerica LIVE for a conversation inspired by her book I Am the Arrow: The Life & Art of Sylvia Plath in Six Poems, published this month by Library of America, with Pulitzer-winning poet Diane Seuss and pre-eminent Plath scholars Heather Clark and Amanda Golden. #Poetry #Literature #Plath #Books #Bookstodon

    eventbrite.com/e/the-greatness

  17. #Free #OnlineEvent: The Greatness of #SylviaPlath

    Sarah Ruden joins #LibraryOfAmerica LIVE for a conversation inspired by her book I Am the Arrow: The Life & Art of Sylvia Plath in Six Poems, published this month by Library of America, with Pulitzer-winning poet Diane Seuss and pre-eminent Plath scholars Heather Clark and Amanda Golden. #Poetry #Literature #Plath #Books #Bookstodon

    eventbrite.com/e/the-greatness

  18. “Los tulipanes son demasiado entusiastas, acá es invierno.
    Vean qué blanco todo, qué tranquilo, qué nevado.
    Aprendo a estar en paz, acostada sola, en silencio
    como la luz se acuesta en estas paredes blancas, esta cama, estas manos.
    No soy nadie. Nada tengo que ver con explosiones.
    Les di mi nombre y mi ropa de calle a las enfermeras
    y mi historia al anestesista y mi cuerpo a los cirujanos.
    #poem #poetry #sylviaplath #photography #argazkia #Poetikaphoto

  19. “You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating”
    -Sylvia Plath

    One of the bookmarks available in my art shop crystaldreams.space! This piece is also available as a print and holographic sticker✨#mastoart #sylviaplath

  20. “You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating”
    -Sylvia Plath

    One of the bookmarks available in my art shop crystaldreams.space! This piece is also available as a print and holographic sticker✨#mastoart #sylviaplath

  21. It's been 2 years since I last read The Bell Jar. I’ve been reading through Sylvia Plath's letters recently and feel the need to read it again. I love this book.

    #TheBellJar #SylviaPlath #Books

  22. Episode ninety-seven is up now! Today's song is Sylvia by The Antlers.

    I discuss the references to two famous Sylvias throughout the album, and the unfortunate realism of the lyrics.

    youtube.com/watch?v=ebFK0Cn66f

    #podcast #dailypodcast #pigeon #pigeonsongspod #music #songs #theantlers #antlers #sylvia #sylviaplath #sylviabloch #hospice

  23. #writerscoffeeclub
    8. Do you have a favourite opening line of a book?

    I collect opening lines and #SylviaPlath’s ‘The Bell Jar’ is still on top:

    “It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.”

    It has EVERYTHING.

  24. #CallForPapers: The Routledge Companion to #SylviaPlath

    This call for papers invites submission to The Routledge Companion to Sylvia Plath, edited by Janet Badia, Julie Goodspeed-Chadwick, and Emily Van Duyne. The collection, now under contract, will be a new addition to the Routledge Literature Companions series—highly regarded, field-defining volumes that showcase exciting areas of literary studies. These volumes are ideal introductions for beginners and useful volumes for those already working in the field.

    #CFP #Literature #Poetry #TheBellJar

    call-for-papers.sas.upenn.edu/