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1. Daddy - Sylvia Plath

Daddy - Sylvia Plath

This poem is so fantastic, I just had to try my hand at it. The rhyme is just so insane and perfect.

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2. Daddy - Sylvia Plath

Daddy - Sylvia Plath

Daddy for flute, clarinet, violin, violoncello, piano/disklavier and electronics This piece was based on Sylvia Plath's reading of her poem "Daddy".

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4. Daddy-Sylvia Plath

Daddy-Sylvia Plath

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5. Daddy - Sylvia Plath

  • Published: 2015-07-20T21:50:02Z
  • By LujainHu
Daddy - Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time—— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You—— Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I’m finally through. The black telephone’s off at the root, The voices just can’t worm through. If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—— The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There’s a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

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7. "Daddy" (Sylvia Plath recites her poem w/Kraftwerk music 'The Model' by Balanescu String Quartet)

  • Published: 2012-02-29T01:19:42Z
  • By Dostiblis

Is there too much focus on the suicidal? Sylvia read with so much power. She drew this piece of music to her. "I made a model of you!" One wonders if the husband whose lip she bit at first meeting may not have been another 'Daddy,' perhaps a younger, poetic fascist. I have nothing against Sylvia or her husband. This is just a garageband demo. Anybody could have done it, should they have been hit with the right glass of wine, the right sunset, the correct combination of energies on the azymuth of sound, vision & baraks.

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10. Sylvia Plath reads Daddy

  • Published: 2016-11-24T17:47:40Z
  • By R3hl
Sylvia Plath reads Daddy

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11. Sylvia Plath Daddy (A serbian film OST expiremental version)

Sylvia Plath Daddy (A serbian film OST expiremental version)

Sylvia Plath reading one of her most respected works with some really unexpected but eerily fitting music from the Serbian Film OST, this is just a mix I did as an experiment in between other projects, all rights go to the respective owners of the music and poetry

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12. Sylvia Plath, Daddy

Sylvia Plath, Daddy

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13. Daddy by Sylvia Plath

  • Published: 2014-04-20T06:19:02Z
  • By SaigonSyl
Daddy by Sylvia Plath

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14. Daddy by Sylvia Plath

Daddy by Sylvia Plath

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16. Daddy by Sylvia Plath

Daddy by Sylvia Plath

I have a cold, and I record Sylvia Plath's poetry when I have a cold.

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17. Spoken Word: "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath

Spoken Word:

A spoken word rendition of Sylvia Plath's poem, "Daddy"

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18. Daddy by Sylvia Plath

Daddy by Sylvia Plath

Me randomly reading Daddy by Sylvia Plath. Hope you all enjoy!

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19. "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath

A recitation of Sylvia Plath's poem "Daddy"

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20. A Recital of "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath Over Original Piano

A Recital of

Me reciting "Daddy" by Sylvia Plath over an original piano piece. I mess up a lot. Please listen anyway :)

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