My favourite poems, part 6

This installment is about Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963).

My introduction to Plath, like so many other people, was The Bell Jar, which I read in (I think) my late teens. I studied some of her poems at university, including this one, but I think I might have read them before that.

This again is a poem that just spoke to me.

I have done it again
One year in every ten
I manage it

I love the way she uses language:

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

I love the attitude she portrays:

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.

And I love the ending:

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

It’s just a poem that appealed to me instantly, and still does.

© bardofupton 2018

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