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Plath, Sylvia - Jacqueline Shea Murphy (essay date 1995)

Jacqueline Shea Murphy (essay date 1995)

SOURCE: Murphy, Jacqueline Shea. “‘This Holocaust I Walk In:’ Consuming Violence in Sylvia Plath's Poetry.” Bucknell Review 39, no. 1 (1995): 104-17.

[In the following essay, Murphy attempts to locate sources for the imagery of violence and destruction in Plath's poetry.]

Bodies melt, voices shriek; hooks pierce; human flesh is chopped, like meat, wrapped and unwrapped. People eat and get eaten:

My night sweats grease his breakfast plate
.....My ribs show. What have I eaten?

(“The Jailer,” 185)1

People wait to be eaten:

I am red meat. His beak
Claps sidewise: I am not his yet.

(“Death & Co.,” 205)

Mothers beg for their babies to be saved from becoming food for others' cravings:

And my baby a nail
Driven, driven in.
He shrieks in his grease
O You who eat
People like light rays, leave...

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