Complement with the only surviving sound of Virginia Woolf speaking, also for the BBC, and the only known recording of Walt Whitman’s voice.
Also enjoy Plath reading “A Birthday Present.” has remained free (and ad-free).
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea, And comes from a country far away as health.
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They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage — My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage ---- My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox, My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.From — the magnificent collection of the surviving BBC recordings, preserved by the British Library Sound Archive — comes Plath’s exquisite reading of her poem “Tulips,” written in 1961 and published in Plath’s posthumous volume ), one of the most memorable and important poetry collections in modern literature.Penned two years after Plath’s lovely children’s story about the perils of self-consciousness and two years before her suicide, “Tulips” was inspired by a bouquet of flowers the poet received while recovering from an appendectomy at the hospital and bespeaks in equal measure a serene inner stillness and a subtle existential emptiness, which Plath’s evocative voice, at once sensual and stern, channels with unequaled mesmerism: The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.In more human terms, this means that whenever you buy a book on Amazon from a link on here, I receive a small percentage of its price. One of the running themes in many of Sylvia Plath's poems is that of death, dying, and rebirth.I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932–February 11, 1963) — beloved poet, little-known but masterful artist, lover of the world, repressed “addict of experience”, steamy romancer, editorial party girl, bed classifier — endures as one of the most influential yet poorly understood figures in literary history. By the summer of 1960, she finally broke through and two of her new poems were accepted for broadcast.In 1957, Plath approached the BBC, submitting a few of her poems for consideration for broadcast in the celebrated series . Between November 20, 1960 and January 10, 1963 — just four weeks before she took her own life — Plath’s voice regularly graced the BBC airwaves, producing at least 17 known broadcasts.