Sylvia Plath - born October 27, 1932, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.—died February 11, 1963, London, England American poet whose best-known works, such as the poems “Daddy” and “Lady Lazarus” and the novel The Bell Jar Plath was the daughter of a German immigrant college professor, Otto Plath, and one of his students, Aurelia Schober. Plath published her first poem at age eight. She entered and won many literary contests, and, while still in high school, she sold her first poem to The Christian Science Monitor and her first short story to Seventeen magazine. As a very young poet Plath experimented with the villanelle and other forms. She had been “stimulated” by such writers as D.H. Lawrence, James Joyce, Feodor Dostoevsky, Virginia Woolf, Henry James, Theodore Roethke, Emily Dickinson, and later by Robert Lowell and Anne Sexton. In 1956 she married the English poet Ted Hughes; they had two children. The couple separated in 1962, after Hughes’s affair with another woman.
It was during her undergraduate years that Plath began to suffer the symptoms of severe depression.
During her last three years Plath abandoned the restraints and conventions that had bound much of her early work. She wrote with great speed, producing poems of stark self-revelation and confession. The anxiety, confusion, and doubt that haunted her were transmuted into verses of great power and pathos borne on flashes of incisive wit. Her poem “Daddy” and several others explore her conflicted relationship with her father, Otto Plath, who died when she was age eight. In 1963, after this burst of productivity, she took her own life.
SPINSTER
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious April walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck By the birds irregular babel And the leaves’ litter.
By this tumult afflicted, she Observed her lover’s gestures unbalance the air, Her gait stray uneven Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower. She judged petals in disarray, The whole season, sloven.
How she longed for winter then! — Scrupulously austere in its order Of white and black Ice and rock, each sentiment in border, And heart’s frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake.
But here — a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley — A treason not to be borne. Let idiots
Reel giddy in bedlam spring: She withdrew neatly.
And round her house she set Such a barricade of barb and check Against mutinous weather As no mere insurgent man could hope to break With curse, fist, threat Or love, either.
Plath had written this poem in 1956 — the year of her steamy first encounter with the poet Ted Hughes, whom she would marry that same year and who would become the father of her children.
Plath intended the poem as a satire of obsessiveness and of how our compulsion for control limits our lives