{"id":8256,"date":"2018-11-30T07:03:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-30T06:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/deconstructed.org.uk\/DeBlog\/?p=8256"},"modified":"2018-11-30T07:03:00","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T06:03:00","slug":"sylvia-plath-lady-lazarus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.ivetakrajcirova.com\/?p=8256","title":{"rendered":"Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/ivetakrajcirova.com\/DeBlog\/wp-content\/uploads\/sylvia_plath.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"667\" height=\"964\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-8258\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.ivetakrajcirova.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sylvia_plath.jpg 667w, https:\/\/blog.ivetakrajcirova.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sylvia_plath-277x400.jpg 277w, https:\/\/blog.ivetakrajcirova.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sylvia_plath-299x432.jpg 299w, https:\/\/blog.ivetakrajcirova.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sylvia_plath-484x700.jpg 484w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 667px) 100vw, 667px\" \/><br \/>\nClassic<\/p>\n<p><strong>Sylvia Plath: Lady Lazarus<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I have done it again.<br \/>\nOne year in every ten<br \/>\nI manage it\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n<p>A sort of walking miracle, my skin<br \/>\nBright as a Nazi lampshade,<br \/>\nMy right foot<\/p>\n<p>A paperweight,<br \/>\nMy face a featureless, fine<br \/>\nJew linen.<\/p>\n<p>Peel off the napkin<br \/>\nO my enemy.<br \/>\nDo I terrify?\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n<p>The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?<br \/>\nThe sour breath<br \/>\nWill vanish in a day.<\/p>\n<p>Soon, soon the flesh<br \/>\nThe grave cave ate will be<br \/>\nAt home on me<\/p>\n<p>And I a smiling woman.<br \/>\nI am only thirty.<br \/>\nAnd like the cat I have nine times to die.<\/p>\n<p>This is Number Three.<br \/>\nWhat a trash<br \/>\nTo annihilate each decade.<\/p>\n<p>What a million filaments.<br \/>\nThe peanut-crunching crowd<br \/>\nShoves in to see<\/p>\n<p>Them unwrap me hand and foot\u2014\u2014<br \/>\nThe big strip tease.<br \/>\nGentlemen, ladies<\/p>\n<p>These are my hands<br \/>\nMy knees.<br \/>\nI may be skin and bone,<\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.<br \/>\nThe first time it happened I was ten.<br \/>\nIt was an accident.<\/p>\n<p>The second time I meant<br \/>\nTo last it out and not come back at all.<br \/>\nI rocked shut<\/p>\n<p>As a seashell.<br \/>\nThey had to call and call<br \/>\nAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.<\/p>\n<p>Dying<br \/>\nIs an art, like everything else.<br \/>\nI do it exceptionally well.<\/p>\n<p>I do it so it feels like hell.<br \/>\nI do it so it feels real.<br \/>\nI guess you could say I\u2019ve a call.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s easy enough to do it in a cell.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s easy enough to do it and stay put.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s the theatrical<\/p>\n<p>Comeback in broad day<br \/>\nTo the same place, the same face, the same brute<br \/>\nAmused shout:<\/p>\n<p>\u2018A miracle!\u2019<br \/>\nThat knocks me out.<br \/>\nThere is a charge<\/p>\n<p>For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge<br \/>\nFor the hearing of my heart\u2014\u2014<br \/>\nIt really goes.<\/p>\n<p>And there is a charge, a very large charge<br \/>\nFor a word or a touch<br \/>\nOr a bit of blood<\/p>\n<p>Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.<br \/>\nSo, so, Herr Doktor.<br \/>\nSo, Herr Enemy.<\/p>\n<p>I am your opus,<br \/>\nI am your valuable,<br \/>\nThe pure gold baby<\/p>\n<p>That melts to a shriek.<br \/>\nI turn and burn.<br \/>\nDo not think I underestimate your great concern.<\/p>\n<p>Ash, ash\u2014<br \/>\nYou poke and stir.<br \/>\nFlesh, bone, there is nothing there\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n<p>A cake of soap,<br \/>\nA wedding ring,<br \/>\nA gold filling.<\/p>\n<p>Herr God, Herr Lucifer<br \/>\nBeware<br \/>\nBeware.<\/p>\n<p>Out of the ash<br \/>\nI rise with my red hair<br \/>\nAnd I eat men like 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