Crossing the Water

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) was born in Boston Massachusetts and studied at Smith College. In 1955 she went to Cambridge University on a Fulbright scholarship where she met and later married Ted Hughes. She published one collection of poems in her lifetime <i>The Colossus </i>(1960) and a novel <i>The Bell Jar</i> (1963). Her <i>Collected Poems</i> which contains her poetry written from 1956 until her death was published in 1981 and was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry. <i>Crossing the Water </i>and <i>Winter Trees</i> contain the poems written during the exceptionally creative period of the last years of Sylvia Plath's life. Published posthumously in 1971 they add a startling counterpoint to <i>Ariel</i> the volume that made her reputation. Readers will recognise some of her most celebrated poems - 'Childless Woman' 'Mirror' 'Insomniac' - while discovering those still overlooked including her radio play <i>Three Women. </i>These two extraordinary volumes find their place alongside <i>The Colossus </i>and <i>Ariel </i>in the oeuvre of a singular talent.<br><br>'Nearly all the poems here have the familiar Plath daring the same feel of bits of frightened vibrant indignant consciousness translated instantly into words and images that blend close experienced horror and icy sardonic control.' Alan Brownjohn <i>New Statesman </i> First published posthumously in 1971 <i>Crossing the Water </i>is now reissued along with <i>Winter Trees</i> with a Faber typographical cover. <i>Crossing the Water </i>and <i>Winter Trees</i> contain the poems written during the exceptionally creative period of the last years of Sylvia Plath's life. Published posthumously in 1971 they add a startling counterpoint to <i>Ariel</i> the volume that made her reputation. Readers will recognise some of her most celebrated poems - 'Childless Woman' 'Mirror' 'Insomniac' - while discovering those still overlooked including her radio play <i>Three Women. </i>These two extraordinary volumes find their place alongside <i>The Colossus </i>and <i>Ariel </i>in the oeuvre of a singular talent.<br><br>'Nearly all the poems here have the familiar Plath daring the same feel of bits of frightened vibrant indignant consciousness translated instantly into words and images that blend close experienced horror and icy sardonic control.' Alan Brownjohn <i>New Statesman </i>