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Comment 14 of 34, added on May 3rd, 2010 at 9:13 AM.
Comment 13 of 34, added on April 13th, 2009 at 3:58 PM.
Greetings! Nobody wishes to communicate to the bankrupt from Russia? I
because of your crisis remained without work and owe to bank of 15000
dollars. I do not know what to do, how to live further? I in despair...
By the way. I can invite, in the city of St.-Petersburg. At us a beautiful
city. Look as we live. Come...
My e-mail: email@example.com
Comment 12 of 34, added on June 15th, 2007 at 5:08 PM.
She sounds so empty and powerless, wouldnt anyone being locked in a
hospital. She can realy draw you in and make you think for a moment how she
may have felt.
from United States
Comment 11 of 34, added on April 19th, 2007 at 12:15 AM.
i too had trouble understanding what Silvia Plath was trying to say but
then figured out it was far from not expirencing life as the title
Vanessa from United States
Comment 10 of 34, added on February 28th, 2006 at 10:25 PM.
This poem is about death, and not life, as the title tells us. The person
is a disoriented person trying to make a kind of sense out of her
situation, in a hospital, as is suggested.
from United States
Comment 9 of 34, added on December 11th, 2005 at 2:18 PM.
i thought it was about a snow globe.
Jason from United States
Comment 8 of 34, added on December 8th, 2005 at 11:23 AM.
"A life" References Plath's stay in a hosiptal after attempting suicide.
Within her hosiptal room she is cut off from life living "with no
attachments like a foetus is bottle." "The obsolete house and the sea
flattened to a picture she has one too many dimensions to enter" -I'm
guessing- refers to landscape pictures hanging on the walls- these glass
framed prints serve as the only portholes to the outside world. I'm still
not sure if the last stanza refers to another painting on the wall-possibly
a maritime scene- or if it is some sort of secret personal reference.
Jennifer from United States
Comment 7 of 34, added on September 25th, 2005 at 10:48 AM.
the sole reason for me why God exist and this world is beautiful and why
this life is liveable and endearing is the smile of your eyes!
Comment 6 of 34, added on August 15th, 2005 at 2:04 AM.
This is such a beautiful poem and shows great amount of opinion!!! Congrats
to Sylvia Plath!!!
Comment 5 of 34, added on June 9th, 2005 at 1:25 PM.
the metaphor about dimensions...
masterful, though brief.
i'm not sure i caught the last bit, though.
lucedes from United States
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