What if you could take your favorite poet to work with you? Imagine finding a poet in your cash drawer when you open it to make change. Or think about how much fun you could have with your favorite poet answering all your calls for the day. We can’t wait to see what our favorite poets will be doing in your workplaces on Take Your Poet to Work Day.

Take Your Poet to Work Day is coming July 16

To help you play and celebrate with us, we’re releasing poets each week in a compact, convenient format you can tuck in your pocket, tool belt, or lunchbox. Last year, we gave you Sara Teasdale,  Pablo Neruda,  T. S. Eliot,  Rumi,  Edgar Allan Poe,  and the reclusive Emily Dickinson (for folks who work at home). We even released a full collection,  The Haiku Masters: Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, and Kobayashi Issa.

This year, we’re building on the collection, adding one new poet each Wednesday, up until the big day. We started the celebration over the past few weeks with Langston Hughes,  Adrienne Rich,  John Keats,  William Butler Yeats,  and Christina Rossetti. Today, we introduce a 20th-century American poet, Sylvia Plath.

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Take Your Poet to Work: Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath, one of the most well-known female poets of the 20th century, was born in Boston in 1932. Her father, a German immigrant and college professor, died while she was still quite young, in 1940, but his authoritarian manner left its mark and their troubled relationship found expression in her poetry.

Plath moved to England after college to study at Cambridge, where she met and married English poet Ted Hughes in 1956. The couple had two children before Hughes left Plath in 1962.

Her first collection of poems, Colossus, was published first in England in 1960, and later in the U.S. She was known as one the confessional poets, much of her work—notably dark and often violent—was autobiographical and considered by some critics to be self-indulgent. A semi-autobiographical novel, The Bell Jar, was published in 1963 and reflects on her experience in her late teens when in a severe depression she attempted suicide and was hospitalized.

Many of the poems in her best known collection, Ariel, were written in the months after Hughes left. Of the poems, Thomas McClanahan wrote that “the everyday incidents of living are transformed into the horrifying psychological experience of the poet.” Joyce Carol Oates wrote that the poems “read as if they’ve been chiseled, with a find surgical instrument, out of arctic ice.”

Ariel, as well as two other collections, was published after Plath’s death by suicide in 1963. In 1982, she became the first poet to receive the Pulitzer prize posthumously for The Collected Poems.

Morning Song

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

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I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down.

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