Sylvia Plath Reads On the Difficulty of Conjuring Up a Dryad

Sylvia Plath reads her poem titled "on the difficulty of conjuring up a dryad"

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[anakarak]

....I cant understand the words, its sounds like music,I will make a dance on this,thank you for posting it!

[oyealove]

Your welcome. The words are hard to understand even if your fluent in English, but the flow of words is like Music. I can't wait to see what the dance would look like.

[anakarak]

is this really her voice?

[oyealove]

Yes this is her voice, if you haven't already, you should watch the videos for Ariel, daddy, and fervor 103 read by Sylvia on youtube.

[WOODPUSHER3810]

"My tree stays tree." I love it! The frustration of reality. And "Gold leaf studded ditches." She had eyes like radar.

[wsmith49]

Thanks for posting this. I've been a Sylvia fan for almost 40 years now, but until today never had the pleasure of hearing her read. Her delivery and intonation are fantastic! Thanks again for brightening my day.

[Lillogambino]

@zakartaz indeed it is, however it would be a good thing to notice how easy it might be to understand a couple of words on your motherlanguage...aint it tray? And I'm not speaking for myself, nor I am criticizing her speech, I'm merely taking a stand for the fellow who couldn't differ them himself so...just wanna fuck shit up

[zakartaz]

@Lillogambino absolutely. 

[Lillogambino]

@zakartaz good for you

[zakartaz]

I understood the words perfectly fine. 

[tranmer3]

@wsmith49 In case you like there is a book/cassette called Sylvia Speaks with her reciting a good few poems. Available on Amazon, very cheap too. good luck it is fantastic,

[starlightwender]

The style and delivery of this poem are amazingly reminiscent of Dylan Thomas... is it an earlier poem of hers? Fascinating to hear her own voice coming through. She took what she needed from him and made it her own.

[m3na9]

"ravening through the persistant bric-a-brac of blunt pencils, rose-sprigged coffee cup, postage stamps, stacked books, clamour and yelp, neighbor's cock crow;

all nature's prodigal back-talk. The vaunting mind snubs impromptu spiels (?) of wind, and wrestles to impose its own order on what is. With my fantasy alone,  brags the importunate head, arrogant among rook-tongued spaces, sheep greens, thinned (?) falls, I shall compose a crisis to stun the sky black out, drive gibbering mad a ..."

[dolcepeter]

thank you. she is BRILLIANT.