Friday, January 3, 2003

Electra On Azalea Path Comments

Rating: ★4.9

The day you died I went into the dirt,
Into the lightless hibernaculum
Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep out the blizzard
Like hieratic stones, and the ground is hard.
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Sylvia Plath
Blizzard Bees epic guilt suicide
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Ellen Chew-Jolley 22 March 2008

The last line says it all...a deadly father fixation. She never got beyond his death except in art. That is our heritage.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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