The ‘blue’, ‘blue’, ‘blue’ Week I Spent Reading Ariel

  Two months ago, I had hardly read any of Sylvia Plath’s poetry. Despite having read The Bell Jar twice times over the course of my teens, I always thought of her poetry as dull. However, during the fall semester, I wrote an ekphratic poem for my workshop about Plath’s 1950 painting, “Two Women Reading”. … Continue reading The ‘blue’, ‘blue’, ‘blue’ Week I Spent Reading Ariel

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The Inevitable Doom of Daisy Miller

Until one of my professors brought up his knack for exploring difficult emotions, I had forgotten about Henry James. The summer before my freshman year of high school, I attempted to read The Wings of the Dove; I—being fourteen and that book being tediously long—didn’t get very far. But, with my renewed curiosity in James, … Continue reading The Inevitable Doom of Daisy Miller