Wednesday, September 17, 2014

All The Dead Dears Comments

Rating: 4.8

Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin
This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
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Sylvia Plath
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Chinedu Dike 16 March 2022

An interesting piece written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful work of art...

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 March 2022

This poem still mesmerizes me, honestly beautiful poem.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 May 2021

.3) This antique museum-cased lady, what a poem! Though only a poem, all is so visible and we can feel the eerie atmosphere here. Brilliant!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 May 2021

2) This poem is so beautiful, poignant, like a thriller, but unforgivable, typical November woman. She has 'devoured' me again (now) Breathtaking!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 27 May 2021

1) Typical Sylvia Plath, also my favourite poet of the lurid kind, unlike Keats or Yeats, but she continues to be called Sylvia Plath, because she writes so plastic, elastic, torpedoing her victims into the depths, always that fierce tone,

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Seamus O Brian 24 August 2016

Chillingly incise imagery that lays bear the uncocooned vulnerability of our own mortality.

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 August 2016

Crumb by crumb! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Malcolm Two 24 August 2016

Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing it with us

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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