No matÂter how casuÂal a relaÂtionÂship you’ve had with 20th-cenÂtuÂry AmerÂiÂcan poetÂry, you’ve heard the name Sylvia Plath. Maybe you’ve already dared to expeÂriÂence her dark but comÂpelling litÂerÂary world, or maybe you just know a few of the basic eleÂments of her life and career: her autoÂbiÂoÂgraphÂiÂcal novÂel The Bell Jar, her famousÂly harÂrowÂing poetÂry colÂlecÂtion Ariel, her stormy marÂriage to British poet lauÂreÂate Ted HughÂes, her death by her own hand at the age of thirÂty. But what betÂter day than today, the 83rd anniverÂsary of Plath’s birth, to get betÂter acquaintÂed with her work?
And what betÂter way than to hear that work read in Plath’s own voice? Sure, you could just pick up one of the many yelÂlowed mass-marÂket paperÂback copies of Ariel you see on bookÂshelves all across AmerÂiÂca and plunge in, but you might first conÂsidÂer turnÂing to our archives, which conÂtain a 2013 post in which we feaÂtured Plath readÂing fifÂteen poems that would appear in the Ariel colÂlecÂtion that, pubÂlished two years after her death (“left sitÂting on the kitchen table to be found along with her body,” notÂed Josh Jones), would raise her poetÂic repÂuÂtaÂtion to new heights. You can hear the first part of these readÂings, recordÂed in 1962, at the top of this post, and the rest at this origÂiÂnal post.
We might feel lucky that, in her short life, she left even those perÂforÂmances for posÂterÂiÂty, but there’s more: last year, we feaÂtured Sylvia Plath readÂing her poetÂry, the 1977 record released by pioÂneerÂing pre-audioÂbook label CaedÂmon which conÂtains 23 poems Plath comÂmitÂted to tape as earÂly as 1959. Find all of the readÂings here.
If these two audio colÂlecÂtions give you a taste for the poet biogÂraÂphÂer Carl Rollyson called “the MarÂiÂlyn MonÂroe of modÂern litÂerÂaÂture,” have a lisÂten to CreÂdo Records’ album Sylvia Plath, which offers some mateÂrÂiÂal you’ll have heard alongÂside some you won’t have. HavÂing lisÂtened to all this, you’ll hardÂly assoÂciate the adjecÂtive “celÂeÂbraÂtoÂry” with Plath’s work — but that doesÂn’t mean that, on what would have been her 83rd birthÂday, poetÂry-lovers can’t celÂeÂbrate it.
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RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Hear Sylvia Plath Read FifÂteen Poems From Her Final ColÂlecÂtion, Ariel, in 1962 RecordÂing
Sylvia Plath Reads Her PoetÂry: 23 Poems from the Last 6 Years of Her Life
ColÂin MarÂshall writes elseÂwhere on cities, lanÂguage, Asia, and men’s style. He’s at work on a book about Los AngeÂles, A Los AngeÂles Primer, the video series The City in CinÂeÂma, and the crowdÂfundÂed jourÂnalÂism project Where Is the City of the Future? FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.
Plath sounds just like I imagined…a preÂtenÂtious, self-absorbed snob. She and Ted HughÂes DESERVED each othÂer!
Many imporÂtant artists are far, far from perÂfect peoÂple, like everyÂone else. I think of PicasÂso, MailÂer, FitzgerÂald, HemÂmingÂway, even the wonÂderÂful DickÂens. I could go on and on… Where would this world be withÂout them? She reads beauÂtiÂfulÂly, despite her slightÂly snobÂbish air. I lisÂtened to the wonÂderÂful Yeats and stopped before his dull and insufÂferÂable delivÂery ruined his poetÂry for me.
shut up bill w sylvia rules you toe funÂgus
I didÂn’t lisÂten. I didÂn’t like her voice. She soundÂed surÂprisÂingÂly old, for such a pretÂty face.
Is it just me, or did someÂbody miss an opporÂtuÂniÂty by not makÂing a bioÂgraphÂiÂcal film with Faye DunÂaway as Sylvia Plath?
She reads with a pure rage, disÂdain, … I hear now how much she resentÂed all the trapÂpings of being a woman in a man’s world. It comes across in the poetÂry, always, but to hear it, clarÂiÂfies so much about her unhapÂpiÂness. Thank you for this!