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    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) : Lady Lazarus (1964)

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    The poem describes a woman named Lady Lazarus who has died and been resurrected multiple times. She describes the process of dying and coming back to life as an art that she performs exceptionally well. Each time she returns from death, people are amazed and call it a miracle.

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    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) : Lady Lazarus (1964)

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    The poem describes a woman named Lady Lazarus who has died and been resurrected multiple times. She describes the process of dying and coming back to life as an art that she performs exceptionally well. Each time she returns from death, people are amazed and call it a miracle.

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    The poem describes a woman named Lady Lazarus who has died and been resurrected multiple times. She describes the process of dying and coming back to life as an art that she performs exceptionally well. Each time she returns from death, people are amazed and call it a miracle.

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    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) : Lady Lazarus (1964)

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    Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) There is a charge

    Them unwrap me hand and foot


    Lady Lazarus (1964) The big strip tease. For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
    Gentlemen, ladies For the hearing of my heart----
    I have done it again. It really goes.
    One year in every ten These are my hands
    I manage it---- My knees. And there is a charge, a very large charge
    I may be skin and bone, For a word or a touch
    A sort of walking miracle, my skin Or a bit of blood
    Bright as a Nazi lampshade, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
    My right foot The first time it happened I was ten. Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
    It was an accident. So, so, Herr Doktor.
    A paperweight, So, Herr Enemy.
    My face a featureless, fine The second time I meant
    Jew linen. To last it out and not come back at all. I am your opus,
    I rocked shut I am your valuable,
    Peel off the napkin The pure gold baby
    0 my enemy. As a seashell.
    Do I terrify?---- They had to call and call That melts to a shriek.
    And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. I turn and burn.
    The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
    The sour breath Dying
    Will vanish in a day. Is an art, like everything else, Ash, ash ---
    I do it exceptionally well. You poke and stir.
    Soon, soon the flesh Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
    The grave cave ate will be I do it so it feels like hell.
    At home on me I do it so it feels real. A cake of soap,
    I guess you could say I've a call. A wedding ring,
    And I a smiling woman. A gold filling.
    I am only thirty. It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
    And like the cat I have nine times to die. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. Herr God, Herr Lucifer
    It's the theatrical Beware
    This is Number Three. Beware.
    What a trash Comeback in broad day
    To annihilate each decade. To the same place, the same face, the same brute Out of the ash
    Amused shout: I rise with my red hair
    What a million filaments. And I eat men like air.
    The peanut-crunching crowd 'A miracle!'
    Shoves in to see That knocks me out.

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