It's a chill blue December day; gloomy, icy, transparent.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath, wr. c. December 1960
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girlhood is when you start carrying your mother's rage
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If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath.
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“I’ve been stoic about this long enough. All spring I’m going to be an arrant hedonist.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. February 1953.
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“And I am married to a poet. We came together in that church of the chimney sweeps with nothing but love & hope & our own selves: Ted in his old black corduroy jacket & me in mother’s gift of a pink knit dress. Pink rose & black tie. An empty church in watery yellow-gray light of rainy London. Outside, the crowd of thick-ankled tweed-coated mothers & pale, jabbering children waiting for the bus to take them on a church outing to the Zoo.
And here I am: Mrs. Hughes. And wife of a published poet.”
—from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Cambridge Diary, Monday afternoon: February 25 1957
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Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes first met on 25 February 1956 at party in Cambridge, England. They married only four months later on 16 June 1956 at St George the Martyr, Holborn, Camden, London in honor of Bloomsday with Plath‘s mother Aurelia being the only wedding guest.
They have been married for six years and four months until Plath died by suicide on 11 February 1963.
Even though they have been separated for five months since September 1962, they never got a divorce.
Maybe today would have been their 67th anniversary, if they were alive and stayed together.
Picture: Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes photographed by by Lettice Ramsey at Ramsey & Muspratt in Cambridge, England in 1956.
This picture is one of 10 Plath and Hughes had taken a few moths later in November 1956 as their official wedding photos.
They are wearing their actual wedding attire and Plath wore a “pink knitted suit dress”.
They both ended up hating the photographs.
If you want to find out more about their wedding and the story of these wedding pictures, I highly recommend you to read Ann Kennedy Smith‘s blog post at https://akennedysmith.com/
Photo source: http://thiswomanisdangerous.blogspot.com/
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"Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here."
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I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.
—Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
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Adaptación de la obra de Rose Leiman Goldemberg basada en la correspondencia entre Sylvia Plath y su madre. Cuenta con la actuación de Delphine Seyrig y su sobrina, Coralie Seyrig.
Película disponible para ver online con subtítulos en español incrustados.
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Ever since Wednesday I have been feeling like a 'new person.' Like a shot of brandy went home, a sniff of cocaine, hit me where I am alive and I am alive so-there. Better than shock treatment: 'I give you permission to hate your mother.' 'I hate her doctor.' So I feel terrific. In a smarmy matriarchy of togetherness it is hard to get a sanction to hate one's mother. Especially a sanction one believes in.
What do I do? I don't imagine time will make me love her. I can pity her: she's had a lousy life; she doesn't know she's a walking vampire. But that's only pity. Not love.
But although it makes me feel good as hell to express my hostility for my mother, I can't go through life calling RB [Ruth Beuscher] up from Paris, London, the wilds of Maine long-distance: 'Doctor, can I still hate my mother?' 'Of course you can: hate her, hate her, hate her.'"
-Sylvia Plath
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-Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956
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There were two words that she used a great deal; one was “always” and the other was “never”. A thing was either always or it was never. Everything was magnified. I never knew anyone to reach the heights of joy that she reached at times, nor the depths of absolute despair.
Aurelia Schober Plath on Sylvia Plath, from the documentary ‘Voices and Visions: Sylvia Plath��
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In May I’ll be haunted, chained down, and monstrous.
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being a girl letting people curving their dagger into your heart for years, begging for love like a malnourished dog, addicted to desperation.
and when womanhood comes by and swallows a girl whole, that anger has balled into something unidentifiable, something mortifyingly biblical.
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Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. April 1956
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“I am terrified even to have known him, he makes all others mere puny fragments.”
—Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. April 1956.
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