For a Fatherless Son
- SYLVIA PLATH: THE DRAMA OF INITIATION. Rosenblatt, Jon // Twentieth Century Literature;Spring79, Vol. 25 Issue 1, p21
Discusses the violent self-transformation and initiatory change ideas of poet Sylvia Plath. Critical approach of the poet; Context of her poetry; Details of the initiatory scenario in her poetry; Other elements of her poetry.
- We Are One. Thompson, Jennifer // Plath Profiles;Fall2012 Supplement, Vol. 5, p188
A personal narrative is presented which explores the author's experience of reading poet Sylvia Plath's literary works and poems.
- Editor's Note. Buckley, W. K. // Plath Profiles;Fall2012 Supplement, Vol. 5, p6
An introduction is presented in which the author discusses the journal and poetry of poet Sylvia Plath and their impact to readers and audience.
- Untitled. // Plath Profiles;Summer2012, Vol. 5, p452
The article offers the author's insights regarding the poetry of poet Sylvia Plath such as the "Metaphor" which she used to understand the new emotions she was experiencing during her pregnancy.
- MEDUSA. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;8/23/93, Vol. 69 Issue 27, p95
The article presents the poem "MEDUSA," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Last Line: There is nothing between us.
- TULIPS. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;8/23/93, Vol. 69 Issue 27, p136
The article presents the poem "TULIPS," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Last Line: And comes from a country far away as health.
- 1956: Cambridge. // Lapham's Quarterly;Summer2012, Vol. 5 Issue 3, p110
The poem "Cambridge," by Sylvia Plath is presented. First Line: On the stiff twig up there; Last Line: For that rare, random descent.
- ON DECK. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;7/22/1961, Vol. 37 Issue 23, p32
The article presents the poem "On Deck," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: Midnight in the mid-Atlantic. On deck, Last Line: To be let loose at news of land.
- GIGOLO. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;11/21/1970, Vol. 46 Issue 40, p54
The article presents the poem "Gigolo," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: Pocket watch, I tick well. Last Line: Lean and see me.