SYLVIA PLATH: COMING UNDONE Emily Banat “Mirror” 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 ish. “Daddy” There’s a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through. “Mushrooms” We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot’s in the door. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; “A Mad Girl’s Love Song” I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's Oires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) http://www.thepursuitofsassiness.com/2012/03/15/the- case-9iles-sylvia-plath/ “A Birthday Present” What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? The Bell Jar I am I am I am. The Bell Jar I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died. “Lady Lazarus” Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I’ve a call. “Tulips” I didn’t want any lowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— SYLVIA PLATH: COMING UNDONE • Poetry/excerpts from The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath • Model- Natalie Kasling • Photography- Emily Banat • Flowers provided by- Austin Flores .