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  • Last seen on Feb 13 10:19 AM 2006. Member since February 14, 2006.
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  • on Insomniac by Sylvia Plath, on May 15, 2004
    My goodness, this woman really had an outstanding talent!...This poem captures exactly the feeling of restlesness that lurks and gnaws when you are insommniac, since I've been going trhough a very bad sore throat lately, the last four nights have been exactly this, word by word...a peculiar coincidence to find out a poem that matches exactly what has happened to me on recent days...The whole poem is magnificent but the last lines stands out very much to me, "Are riding to wrok in rows, as if recently brainwashed".

    "Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
    He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness
    Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions"

    This is also very graphic and descriptive on that sensation of how the eyes seem to feel as if wanting to explode, with endless streams of sand in the back of them, hugging and tossing a pillow to find a dent that might help you to finally get some rest...gorgeous poem for describing afterhours beyond dusk ~ Juan Anguas

  • on Ariel by Sylvia Plath, on May 15, 2004
    I'm not sure if Ariel is a name of a greek god or semigod, but somehow I remember that he had wings on his feet to carry him across the distances. I don't know what exactly Sylvia had in mind when she wrote this, but to me it feels as if taking the name of this character, she gave it a new meaning as a poignant and bludgeoning spirit or entity that floats in the beginning of dawn, static and then hurls itself upon the morning, very well could be a distorted and imagery rich way to describe a simple sun rise, yet with taints of artermath or wrecked hopes, a shadow that seems to not even be broken by 'the cauldron of morning' as she wrote, and it only turns into 'The dw that flies, suicidal'. You would think of sunrise as gentle and delightful, yet she has painted it in a very rich and interesting atmosphere of distress as if waking up not from a nightmare, but waking to the morning's real nightmare after the numbing blackness of a nightsky. ~ Juan Anguas

  • on Child by Sylvia Plath, on May 15, 2004
    This was quite charming, a thought about how the earnestness and innocence of a child's eye seems to wipe out for a moment the trials and struggles adulthood seem to pose at times, and the youngster's gaze turns darkness to light as the mother/father contemplates in awe of beauty the never-ending curiosity and transparency of a beloved son or daughter... ~Juan Anguas

  • A very colorful and descriptive way Sylvia used for the analogy of winter bleeding skies to the bleakness and sorrow the heart can feel, almost as if the weather and landscape outside match exactly the same bitterness and void or angst the person is experiencing. Winter season in itself constitutes a metaphore to the ending cycles, death to the grass, the tree leaves and the skies with colder shards of hail or snow plowing through the lands, but the picture of the swan, out-of-season, symbolizes the remains of hope and love, the single candle that still refuses to be blown away by the dark and coldness of the devouring winter night. Very powerful poem, yet brief...which suggests a mastery in the word usage, I also enjoy that there is a free-verse and rhyming occurring, not enforced but feeling like spontaneous, which adds richness to this poem. I'll definitely read more on Sylvia. ~ Juan Pablo Anguas -