I’ve been enjoying these posts from indytony on the diaries of Sylvia Plath…this quote in particular jumped out at me(in regards to a suitor):
“The fact remains that writing is a way of life to me… Would I be forced to give it up, cut it off? Undoubtedly, as the wife of such a medical man as he would like to be, I would have to. I do not believe, as he and his friends would seem to, that artistic creativity can best be indulged in masterful singleness rather than in marital cooperation. I think that a workable union should heighten the potentialities in both individuals.”
Absolutely, and why, for artistic reasons, I could only be married to another wild creature.
At age 19, Sylvia Plath had gone from being an awkward, painfully shy girl to a sexually confident young woman. As she prepares for one of her many dates, she reflects on her image and identity.
In the mirror, undressing, I look at the rather impish and mobile face that grins back at me, thinking: oh, growing to be a woman, to learn the art of subtle power! As long as men have ideals, as long as they are vulnerable, there is the power to create a dream for them.
Plath did not rest easy in such power. She saw the complexities of the relationship between men and women and feared what power she might lose were she to pursue marriage (the only perceived “safe” arrangement for coupling at the time). Nonetheless, she found herself driven to men by a strong sexual urge she calls “refined hedonism”.
Victimized by sex…
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