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- 'Love Letter' is a poem written by famed poet and author Sylvia Plath
- Other poems written by Plath include 'Daddy', 'Ariel' and 'Lady Lazarus'
- Plath also wrote one book called 'The Bell Jar'.
- Sylvia Plath was one of the most famous Confessional poets.
- ‘Love Letter’ was released in 1960
- This poem includes features of themes Plath herself experienced such as childbirth, marriage and depression
- Written about then husband, Ted Hughes.
- In this poem, Plath implies that she has found a reason to live
- Plath speaks about how her lover makes her feel like a new person.
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Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Staying put according to habit.
You didn't just toe me an inch, no--
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.
That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
Masked among black rocks as a black rock
In the white hiatus of winter--
Like my neighbors, taking no pleasure
In the million perfectly-chiseled
Cheeks alighting each moment to melt
My cheek of basalt. They turned to tears,
Angels weeping over dull natures,
But didn't convince me. Those tears froze.
Each dead head had a visor of ice.
And I slept on like a bent finger.
The first thing I saw was sheer air
And the locked drops rising in a dew
Limpid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round about.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded
To pour myself out like a fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.
Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.
Repetition.
Symbolism.
- idea of feeling like a rock or stone: “though, like a stone, unbothered by it/ masked among black rocks as a black rock/many stones lay/ dense and expressionless about/ from stone to cloud, so I ascended”
- “And I slept on like a bent finger”
-“though, like a stone, unbothered by it/ masked among black rocks as a black rock/many stones lay/ dense and expressionless about/ from stone to cloud, so I ascended”
General mood.
The general mood or atmosphere of this poem is quite floaty and cloud-like.
- This poem gives off the impression that Plath needed love in order to live.
- This poem was about Plath putting herself back together with the help of her lover.
- The constant comparison of herself to a rock, a cloud etc. lets us see the kind of growth that Plath feels she is going through.