unlike things using unlike things that say like or as one thing is another.
My brothers are as loud He has a voice of a lion.
as cymbals clanging together. HYPERBOLE PERSONIFICATION
An exaggeration that Giving human qualities
cant be possibly be to nonhuman things. true.
It hurt more than The world swallowed
anything in the whole me whole. world. ALLITERATION ONOMATOPOEIA
The repetition of the Words whose sounds
same initial consonant suggest their meaning. sound. A snowball Burn, baby, burn!! WHOOSHED past my car during the snowball Harm, hurt, hate and fight. other stories. ALLUSION OXYMORON
A reference to a A phrase whose words
famous person, place, contradict each other or event. with opposite meanings. The gold medal winner is a Cinderella story. Remind me to forget about you. IMAGINE You have to set off to climb a mountain in search of a fabulous rare stone. What is your impression of the mountain as you stand at its foot? After a hard search, you still haven't found the stone, and now the sun has fallen. What will you do next? You have finally discovered the stone you were seekin. What kind of stone is it? Describe its size, weight, and value. Now its is time to come down from the mountain and return homw. What parting words do you have for the mountain, and what is its reply? ANALYZE You impression of the mountain shows the image you have of your father. Was it difficult and unforgiving? Gentle and easily conquered? The stone you are searching for represents your as yet undiscovered talent or strength. Your response to the question shows whether you will ever realize your untapped potential. The way you described the stone shows your feelings of self-worth. How big and heavy was it, and what did you think of its value? Your parting words to the mountain reveal what you have always wanted but never been able, to say to your father. The mountain's reply shows your idea about his feelings for you. SYLVIA PLATH (1932-1963) Childhood and Early Life
Sylvia Plath was born on October 27,
1932 in Massachusettes to Aurelia Schobert Plath (American of Austrian descent) and Otto Emile Plath (immigrant from Germany). Her father was a biology and German professor at Boston University. Her father died from untreated diabetes when she was only eight years old. College Life
Sylvia Plath went to the famous Smith
college in 1950. When she was in the third year, she was awarded a prestigious position as a guest editor at Mademoiselle Magazine. For the same, she stayed in New York City for a month. But her experience did not offer her exactly what she had expected. She started seeing herself and her life with a depressing point of view. Carrying a disheartened heart, she attempted first medically documented suicide by taking an overdose of sleeping pills. After this unsuccessful suicide attempt, Plath was briefly sent to a mental institution where she was treated by electroshock therapy. Plath made a good and quick recovery from the trauma graduated from the Smith College in 1955 with honors. Plath also grabbed a Fulbright scholarship to Newnham College, Cambridge. At Cambridge, she continued to write poetry enthusiastically. Her work was published in the students newspaper Varsity. Plath began teaching at the Smith College, her alma mater from September, 1957. But she found it difficult to manage teaching and writing, at the same time. In September, 1958, she and her husband moved to Boston. In Boston, she took a job as a hospital receptionist but attended seminars on creative writing by Robert Lowell. In 1959, she and her husband moved to the UK. The following year in the month of October, Plath published her first ever collection of poetry named The Colossus. In the August of 1961, she completed her semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar. This novel was published under the pen name Victoria Lucas in January 1963. Personal Life
Plath married the poet Ted Hughes. However, the
marriage was was laden with difficulties, especially after Hughes' affair with Assia Wevill. In June 1962, Plath met with a car accident but she described it as one of her suicide attempts. In the September of the same year, the couple separated. Plath shifted to London in December 1962 with her children. In London, she rented a flat at 23 Fitzroy Road. It was the same house where William Butler Yeats once lived. Plath was pleased by this fact and considered it a good omen. She, however, was circled with depression again but this time, she managed to finish the rest of her poetry collection. Death
Dr. Horder, a close friend who resided near her
place, prescribed her some antidepressants a few days before she died. Dr. Horder knew that she was at risk being alone with children and visited her almost daily. He also made earnest efforts to convince her to get herself admitted in the hospital, but he failed and thus, arranged a live-in nurse. The nurse had to arrive at 9o clock in the morning of February 11, 1963, when she reached she could not get into the house. But later she managed to enter the house with the help of a workman. Both of them discovered Plath dead from carbon monoxide poisoning in the kitchen. Her head was in the oven. Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less than the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, Im finally through. The black telephones off at the root, The voices just cant worm through. If Ive killed one man, Ive killed two The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. Theres 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, Im through.