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“Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted" - Sylvia Plath's epitaph (from Wu Cheng'en's novel Journey to the West aka. Monkey, translated by Arthur Waley)”

Epitaph Truths Sylvia Plath Ted Hughes

Author:Wu Cheng'en

“Plath portrayed Hughes as a creator and destroyer of worlds, who spared little sentiment for the women he loved and left.”

Relationships Sylvia Plath Ted Hughes

Book:Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

Source: Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“She told Aurelia he was a "a violent Adam," "a breaker of things and people," "arrogant, used to walking over women like a blast of Jove's lightning," she had spent less than a week with him.”

Relationships Violent Sylvia Plath Ted Hughes

Book:Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

Source: Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“„Cîte zile-oi mai avea, o să zbor încoace și încolo între lucruri care se exclud reciproc.”

Reciprocity Sylvia Plath Zbor Excludere

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“„Dar eu nu mă măritam. Trebuia să existe, îmi spuneam eu, un ritual pentru când te nășteai a doua oară, vulcanizat, reșapat și gata de drum.”

Sylvia Plath Naștere Renastere Fără Căsătorie Mireasă Sylvia Plath The Bell Jar

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“„De parcă dulceața vindecării era ceva ce se putea sorbi prin simpla apropiere.”

Sylvia Plath Vindecarea A Sorbi Apropiere Dulceață

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own silly letters.”

Hate Trouble Letters Literary Sylvia Plath The Bell Jar Serving Men

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerberus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle! Love, love, the low smokes roll From me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a fright One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel, Such yellow sullen smokes Make their own element. They will not rise, But trundle round the globe Choking the aged and the meek, The weak Hothouse baby in its crib, The ghastly orchid Hanging its hanging garden in the air, Devilish leopard! Radiation turned it white And killed it in an hour. Greasing the bodies of adulterers Like Hiroshima ash and eating in. The sin. The sin. Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on. The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss. Three days. Three nights. Lemon water, chicken Water, water make me retch. I am too pure for you or anyone. Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern—— My head a moon Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. Does not my heat astound you! And my light! All by myself I am a huge camellia Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. I think I am going up, I think I may rise—— The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I Am a pure acetylene Virgin Attended by roses, By kisses, by cherubim, By whatever these pink things mean! Not you, nor him Nor him, nor him (My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)—— To Paradise.”

Light Sin Purity Adultery Sylvia Plath

Book:Ariel

Source: Ariel