(9) SYLVIA PLATH –

LADY LAZARUS (1963)

“Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call”

Sylvia Plath – broken-winged angel, haunted by her own ghost. She loved her pale rider and his name was death. She wrote poems that “play Russian roulette with six cartridges in the cylinder”.

Lady Lazarus – dying and rising writhing from her own resurrection.

I know that feeling. I believe in the underworld – I’ve been there. And although I came back from the black abyss, I’m not sure that I came all the way back – or worse, that I brought it back with me.

RATING: 4 STARS****
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