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The Poetry and Prose of Sylvia Plath<br />
are never angry. Sylvia Plath refuses to honor this concept of feminine<br />
decorum and dares to express her negative emotions. “Beware . . .<br />
Beware . . . Out of the ash . . . I rise with my red hair . . . And I eat men<br />
like air” (“Lady Lazarus”). Plath chooses to be true to her experience and<br />
to her art rather than to the traditional norms of feminine experience.<br />
Plath’s anger gives her strength to face her demons: “Nightly now<br />
I flog apes wolves bears sheep . . . Over the iron stile. And still don’t<br />
sleep.” (“Zookeeper’s Wife”). But if Plath’s poetry is often an exorcism,<br />
an effort to stave off madness, it also modulates longing and fear: “I am<br />
inhabited by a cry . . . Nightly it flaps out . . . Looking, with its hooks,<br />
for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing . . . That sleeps<br />
in me” (“Elm”).<br />
Critics frequently point out Plath’s love/hate for her father, but they<br />
rarely mention her mother. This is a major oversight because the loss of<br />
mother-love haunts Plath’s poetry and is the basic cause of her profound<br />
despair: “Mother, you are the one mouth . . . I would be tongue to”<br />
(“Who”); “The mother of mouths didn’t love me” (“Maenad”); “Mother<br />
of beetles, only unclench your hand” (“Witch Burning”).<br />
Born under the sign of Scorpio, Plath speaks of the “motherly<br />
pulse of the sea” in an essay entitled “Ocean 1212-W,” 7 and here<br />
she again laments her abandonment: “Hugging my grudge, ugly and<br />
prickly, a sad sea urchin . . . I saw the separateness of everything. I felt<br />
the wall of my skin: I am I. The stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion<br />
with the things of this world was over.”<br />
Plath was two and a half years old when her brother was born,<br />
and like many sensitive children of that age, she felt replaced by her<br />
brother and rejected by her mother. Her father’s death when she was<br />
eight undoubtedly aggravated her already acute sense of loss. The<br />
working through of Oedipal and sibling conflicts in Plath’s writing<br />
is reminiscent of Virginia Woolf, who wrote in her diary, “I used to<br />
think of him (her father) and mother daily; but writing the Lighthouse<br />
laid them in my mind. And now he comes back to me sometimes, but<br />
differently. I believe this to be true—that I was obsessed by them both,<br />
unhealthily; and writing of them was a necessary act.” 8<br />
In addition to childhood losses, the conflict between domestic<br />
and artistic interests, and the lack of financial security as well as<br />
health problems undoubtedly left Sylvia Plath extremely vulnerable<br />
to depression and suicidal impulses. Lacking favorable or at least<br />
serious critical response to her work must have been difficult and