![]() "Started out on motor scooter along famous wide 'promenade des anglais' of Nice, with its out-door cafés, splendid baroque facades, rows of palms, strolling musicians-and headed inland to Vence, where I planned to see the beautiful recent Matisse cathedral of my art magazine, which I've loved via pictures for years." 3 "Yesterday was about the most lovely in my life," Plath writes on a postcard to her mother, dated January 7, 1956. How can I describe the beauty of country? Burning through the material of my bathing suit, the great heat radiated through my body." 2 Such a heat the rock had, such a rugged and comfortable warmth, that I felt it could be a human body. "Lying on my stomach on the flat warm rock, I let my arm hang over the side, and my hand caressed the rounded contours of the sun-hot stone, and felt the smooth undulations of it. In July 1951, Sylvia Plath wrote in her journals: Finally, by the time the train reached the Côte d'Azur, she saw what she had been waiting for: 'the red sun rising like the eye of God out of a screaming blue sea.'" In her journal she described the joy she felt after leaving the biting winds and leaden skies of Cambridge behind. The sun seeped into every pore, satiating every querulous fiber of me into a great glowing golden peace.Īs Plath biographer Andrew Wilson notes in his article "Sylvia Plath in Love," 1 "Plath was a self-confessed sun worshipper. ![]() To honor her life, here are ten things she loved and wrote about in her letters, journals, and poems. February 11, 2013, marked the fiftieth anniversary of Sylvia Plath's death. ![]()
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