Sylvia And Assia

Sylvia And Assia

A Poem by Ethan
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A poem concerning the deaths of Sylvia Plath and Assia Wevill.

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"With a Meinkampf look and a love of the screw,"
That man set his red, wicked eye upon you.
Two girls, one German, and one firmly not,
In the same trap were both easily caught.
One looked for strong men to fill her young bed.
One sought a chest on which to lay her head.

Yet she locked the door with the gas turned on
And the other died with child, left by devil-spawn.
Both alone, both confused,
Both beautiful, both used,
And both dead,
Murdered by the b*****d they called Ted.

© 2017 Ethan


Author's Note

Ethan
After Ted Hughes left Sylvia Plath for Assia Wevill, causing Plath to commit suicide, Wevill was torn with guilt and grief, killing herself and her child.

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I didnt know about this. Thanks for the knowledge...This is...just...tragic. Yeah, sure this was a nice theme to write on. The flow was really good with an excellent rhyme scheme. Short but clearly gives us an impression of your scornful feelings for this terrible incident. Powerful write. Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)))
Zoya

7 Years Ago

No worries



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Innocence succumbing to the sorrows of life. Well written in the saddest of ways.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Well that's a blast from the past.
Though Wevill did suffer from mental health problems for the greater part of her life.
But poetry wise. I would rate her above Hughes.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

7 Years Ago

Certainly as did Sylvia
I didnt know about this. Thanks for the knowledge...This is...just...tragic. Yeah, sure this was a nice theme to write on. The flow was really good with an excellent rhyme scheme. Short but clearly gives us an impression of your scornful feelings for this terrible incident. Powerful write. Well done!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ethan

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)))
Zoya

7 Years Ago

No worries
Whoa, good use of rhyming words and even loved the concept you took...i enjoyed it, Ethan.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ethan

7 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Priyanshi

7 Years Ago

You're welcome.
WOW!! This is a fine tribute. You start off well, but the lines grow into a mouthful by Line 4 (just a bit), until you have 2 lines that are too wordy for the musicality to carry through (these can easily be shortened and say what they're saying). Same with Line 7 (this one could dispense the beginning little part, since the "you" in the previous line, at least when I read it, refers to both the women, so it would better read if you have "One....one...." (for isn't the "died with child" and "deserted by devil-spawn" referring to the respective instigators of death for both women?). The ending reads perfectly fine (except since the whole poem is in the past, "called Ted" might be better to write than "call"..... since we're talking about figures of the past as well).

This is otherwise very well done, and I much enjoyed it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ethan

7 Years Ago

Yes, you're right. Ill cut their names. And Ted is still living, so I thought I'd keep it in the pr.. read more
Ethan

7 Years Ago

Ah, I take it back. He isn't dead. The book I have is a bit dated lol.
Ethan

7 Years Ago

*is dead....

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