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.
- NIGHT WALK. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;10/11/1958, Vol. 34 Issue 34, p40
The article presents the poem "Night Walk," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: Flintlike, her feet struck; Last Line: she turned back.
- 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.
- Daddy. Plath, Sylvia // Vocabula Review;Dec2010, Vol. 12 Issue 12, p1
The poem "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath is presented. First Line: You do not do, you do not do; Last Line: Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
- THE ELM SPEAKS. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;8/3/1963, Vol. 39 Issue 24, p28
The article presents the poem "The Elm Speaks," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root. Last Line: That kill, that kill, that kill.
- MYSTIC. Plath, Sylvia // New Yorker;8/3/1963, Vol. 39 Issue 24, p28
The article presents the poem "Mystic," by Sylvia Plath. First Line: The air is a mill of hooks; Last Line: The heart has not stopped.