Sylvia Plath: Research Paper

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I Have No Wit, I Have No Words, No Tears Sylvia Plath’s life story could be considered tragic as she was monopolized by a severe depression yet expressed her sorrows through enlightening words in her many poems. The death of her father when she was only eight years old commenced her lifelong despondency and insecurities. In the poem “Daddy”, she speaks of how she never fully understood him and blames him for the emptiness she feels without a father. As time moved on, Plath discovered her writing talent while excelling in school (Harmon). Although a story of hers was welcomed by Seventeen Magazine her senior year of high school and she received two scholarships to attend Smith College in Massachusetts and was accepted to notable …show more content…

Darkness and pain accompany these gloomy matters. “This theme of science gone awry returns when the post-suicidal speaker remember recovering from her suicide attempt: ‘But they pulled me out of the sack, / And they stuck me together with glue.’” She speaks so lightly of this as if it were a common occasion to have to recover from a suicide attempt. Without this though, her work may not be as magnificently fresh and wonderful as “the whole process of dying and being brought back to life intensifies her art” (Collins). It is a gift that she is able and willing to express her sentiments in these poems to share with the rest of the world. Plath’s attitude and outlook on life is rather bleak but her writing helps her become more acquainted with herself. “This moment of looking back on her life, however, is also a moment of self-awareness” (Dunn). As it is so important to her, desperation from her relationship from her father is traumatic for her, even at the age of thirty. Her work eventually allows her to somewhat accept herself. “So through her final masterpiece, she becomes her own god” (Collins). Yet even though Plath writes of such dark material, her tone is rather playful and affectionate. “Figuratively, the mind of the poet has been plumbed to bring light feelings of anger, fear, and guilt surrounding sexuality” (Stricker). “What a thrill ---- / My thumb instead of an onion. / The top quite gone / Except for a sort of