How Sylvia Plaths Life is Reflected in the Poems Daddy,...

How Sylvia Plaths Life is Reflected in the Poems Daddy, Morning Song, and Lady Lazarus Sylvia Plath has had an exciting life, if I can use this word. Her father died from an undiagnosed diabetes when she was eight. At the same time, a short couplet that she wrote was published in the Boston Sunday Herald. Later, she won scholarships to study in Smith, Harvard, and finally Cambridge. There, Plath married Ted Hughes, who was a good poet, too. What amazes me in her life is that she had attempted suicide three times, once every ten years. In 1963, she succeeded in killing herself as she gassed herself to death. In an outsider point of view I always wonder how a woman with so much going for her would†¦show more content†¦Most of the poems in Ariel show Plaths self, going from a state of symbolic death to one of rebirth. In this essay we will look into her life through three of her poems in Ariel: Daddy, Lady Lazarus, and Morning Song. Morning Song is the opening poem in Ariel. It is generally agreed that the poem expresses Plaths conflicted feelings at the birth of her first child, her daughter Frieda Rebecca Plath, especially her sense of diminishment and servitude that only motherhood can involve. On the first line we can see that Frieda was really the fruit of love between Sylvia and Ted-it says, Love set you going like a fat gold watch. A gold watch is a beautiful and dear gift. The word fat here implies beautiful, too, because fat babies are beautiful. Also, Frieda might have had some kind of breathing difficulty the time she was born, as the second and third lines go: The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry/Took its place among the elements. It hints that the nurse (midwife) slapped the babys soles to make her cry, thus begin to breathe. The second stanza is Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue./In a drafty museum, your nakedness/Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. The first sentence states that when Frieda was born, people around her applauded. Then Plath resembled the naked baby to a