Sylvia+Plath+Presentation

=__ Sylvia Plath Biography __= ==== Sylvia Plath was born in Boston on October 27, 1932. She had always been interested in writing at a very early age and started out as a writer by keeping a journal. Eventually, many of her works were noticed which won her a scholarship to Smith College. She also spent time working for a magazine, but soon after tried to commit suicide. However, she was treated at a mental health facility and eventually returned to school. When she traveled to study at Cambridge, she met Ted Hughes, a poet she became infatuated with. Soon the two married and had two children. However, they both had a rocky relationship since he wasn't very faithful. She studied with the poets Robert Lowell and Ann Sexton, who became her close friend. Eventually, Hughes left Sylvia for another woman and Plath spiraled into a deep depression. During this time she wrote the //Bell Jar,// her only novel, under a pseudonym (Victoria Lucas). It mirrored her life and dealt with a woman's mental breakdown. Sadly in 1963, Sylvia Plath committed suicide. //Ariel//, which could be viewed as her greatest masterpiece, was released after her death. Plath was best known for her confessional style and form of brutal poetry. She, along with other poets like Sexton and Lowell, brought about this type of poetry in the 1950s, which uses the personal "I". Her metaphors, variety of rhyme/structure, and detailed imagery are what makes her an expert poet. She won the Pulitzer prize in 1982, being the first person to win posthumously. ====

=__ Mirror __= By Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. What ever you see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful--- The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

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=Source:= "Sylvia Plath." //Bio //. A&E Television Networks, 2015. Web. 17 May  2015.