For this
blog post, I am going to be analyzing the poem Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath, and focus on the theme of death.
Death is a very prominent theme in
this poem. Several times it is mentioned, but the line “Dying is an art, like
everything else. I do it exceptionally well.” (Plath, Lines 43-45, Page 1419) I
think this sums up the poem very well for just two sentences. I literally felt my
heart drop when I read this line because it was just so powerful. “Dying Is an
art,” is a great line in itself. It alludes that death isn’t involuntary for
this narrator, but more of a goal. It also suggests that while many
people think of death as a one-time thing, the narrator has already escaped
death twice, according to this poem, so for them it’s probably more like a game
or a hobby. One would think that dying wouldn’t be that hard, in some cases it
can be quick and painless. But for our narrator, they’ve already escaped death
twice. “The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident. The second
time I meant to last it out and not come back at all.” (Plath, Lines 35-38).
Obviously, our narrator wants to die, because they write, “There is a charge
for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge for the hearing of my heart- It
really goes.” (Plath, Lines 57-60) and they’re truly unhappy in their life. For
them, their goal is to die. But so far, that has been unachievable. According
to Dictionary.com, art is defined as “The quality, production, expression, or
realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or
of more than ordinary significance.” For our narrator, death is something they
haven’t been able to achieve, but they find it as their own type of expression
of what is appealing, and it’s certainly has more than ordinary significance. So
I believe, for our narrator, “Dying is an art” is a symbol of their goals, and almost
like their final “masterpiece.”
Everyone has had to deal with death
in their lives in one way or another. And if you haven’t yet, you’re very
lucky, but it will come. Whether your first death was your childhood hamster
dying, or your grandma, or maybe even someone closer to you, it’s never easy. I’ve
had my grandpa, my great-grandma, and my aunt pass away. A teacher whom I was
close with also passed away from cancer, and the neighbor I used to babysit for
committed suicide. A girl in my grade passed away at the age of 14. I didn’t
even know her that well, but her passing really messed me up, because it forced
my little 14 year old mind to consider how short life really is. I myself have
struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts before, so it was very easy for
me to relate to this poem. While I am in a better place in my life now, the
memories of my “bad times” still do haunt me, and always will. But the ending
stanza is where I can relate to this poem the most, “Out of the ash I rise with
my red hair and I eat men like air.” (Plath, Lines 82-84). Not particularly the
eating men part, because I’ve never eaten a man before, but more the part of
rising out of ashes. Depression is an unruly, uncontrollable, relentless thing to cope with. But eventually, one
day you’ll wake up feeling like you have a purpose again, and it truly does
feel like you’re a phoenix, rising from your own mistakes and hardships into
something beautiful and powerful.
Thanks for sharing your own connection to the poem. I'm intrigued by considering the ending of the poem as a triumph over the darkness and depression, a brilliant return to life. I'm always so curious about the line "I eat men like air"--what else might she be suggesting here on a more metaphorical level?
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