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Book Title: Ariel|
The author of the book: Sylvia Plath
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Date of issue: 1997
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Inspired by Paul Legault's brilliant idea of translating Emily Dickinson's poems into English, I thought immediately - I have to steal that idea. So here are some of the Ariel poems of Sylvia Plath translated into English. I have, of course, tried my utmost to perform this task with tact, discretion and good taste.
ARIEL TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH
Look, let's get this straight. I am a tree, you are a woman. We can never be together, not in the way you'd like, anyway. Plus, you're kind of irritating.
THE RABBIT CATCHER
I went out with this guy once and then I found out he liked to catch rabbits. So he was toast. I should have dimed the bastard.
I went on holiday. Every single person in the whole hotel was talking about me behind my back. I don't like bikinis. Don't even get me started on nude beaches.
I have something dead in my handbag. Tee hee. Also, I scratched myself and made myself bleed. I don't really recommend marriage.
A BIRTHDAY PRESENT
I got a present. But I was thinking that if I unwrapped it, it would bite my face off. So I didn't. Hah.
THE BEE MEETING
I thought I'd like to join in village life and get involved with local societies and all that. So I went to the bee keepers' meeting. It was like something out of Alfred Hitchcock. I liked it.
Now I'm a real bee keeper. I get blase about stings. It's like a metaphor.
Bees are kind of like Nazis. Or the French. I can't decide.
Country life can suck. I wish I was a bee. No, I don't really. That would be silly. I think it would be silly. Maybe it wouldn't be silly.
Men are like big babies that drink beer and want you to wear high class lingerie. Okay, that's not much of a secret.
I got this job as a temp. So I was filing and I knew I could destroy them if I chose, just like that, but I didn't choose to that day.
When I was little and my dad used to dress up in his SS uniform I used to think he looked so smart and handsome. Of course, later, the penny dropped.
You really shouldn't have taken the kittens and given them to the neighbours without a by-your-leave. I think I am going to pour sulphuric acid on your head while you are sleeping. I'll do it tonight. Yes.
I got one of those 48 hour bugs. That's why he's still alive. If I had any strength in my limbs I would have sulphuric-acided his head last night.
I nearly cut my fucking thumb off when I was making a casserole for a man. I jumped about swearing. I could have cut off something useful, like his member, but no, it had to be my thumb.
POPPIES IN OCTOBER
Have you noticed that everything is slowly dying of carbon-monoxide poisoning?
I like to commit suicide like some people like to visit their grandparents. You really don't want to, it's kind of a drag and there's nothing to do there, but you just feel you have to because you're a good person.
LETTER IN NOVEMBER
Dear Ted - Fuck you - Sylvia
DEATH & CO
Cheer up, things could be worse, I could be dead. Oh no, wait a minute - this is worse, that would be better. Hmm.
SHEEP IN FOG
Well, you know sheep aren't that bright to begin with. So when you mix 'em up with a thick fog, the results are hilarious.
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Read information about the authorSylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Known primarily for her poetry, Plath also wrote a semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar, under the pseudonym Victoria Lucas. The book's protagonist, Esther Greenwood, is a bright, ambitious student at Smith College who begins to experience a mental breakdown while interning for a fashion magazine in New York. The plot parallels Plath's experience interning at Mademoiselle magazine and subsequent mental breakdown and suicide attempt.
Along with Robert Lowell and W.D. Snodgrass. Despite her remarkable artistic, academic, and social success at Smith, Plath suffered from severe depression and underwent a period of psychiatric hospitalization. She graduated from Smith with highest honours in 1955 and went on to Newnham College, Cambridge, in England, on a Fulbright fellowship. Here she met and married the English poet Otto Emil Plath.
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