#ariel poet

[nwpoetariel]

essential angel

draft essential angel a gentle love of a familiar, acheafter him almost another day.a drunk, who hungersbetween blaze and ground,soak there your heart –an imagined bouquetkept sacred between a season of snow& winter, a lesser nature of air.oh beautiful woman, he inspiresa freeze of river, whispers during night. Ariel

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Sylvia Plath in Paris, 1956

[autopsy0fanicon]

“Her blonde hair was part of an attempt to to start over and adopt a new persona, following her first suicide attempt in August of 1953.”

Plath, who had spent six months in psychiatric care following the suicide attempt, had seemed to improve greatly by the the summer of 1954. This period of time has been lovingly referred to by her biographers as her “platinum summer.”

Sylvia Plath Photographed at the beach 1954.

[happinessoncorneliastreet]

But Daddy I Love Him🥲🥲🥲

I always thought it was weird it looked like a shell...

[thetorturedpoetheadquarters]

But Daddy I Love Him Title Analysis

Lyric Similarities:

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be" - Picture To Burn

"And our daddies used to joke about the two of us" - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

"And my daddy said, 'stay away from Juliet'" - Love Story

"And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world" - The Best Day

"Talking about your daddy's farm we were gonna buy someday / Talking about your daddy's farm and you were gonna marry me" - We Were Happy

"Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen" - No Body, No Crime

The song title is a direct quote from Disney’s The Little Mermaid which came out in 1989.

Synopsis: “A mermaid princess makes a Faustian bargain in an attempt to become human and win a prince's love.” aka Ariel gives up her voice to be with the one she loves.

Ariel is 16 in the movie and Taylor has referenced that age multiple times:

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see” - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

“I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene” - Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince

“Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop” - invisible string

“Secret jokes all alone, no one’s home, sixteen and wild” - All Of The Girls You've Loved Before

There is another quote from The Little Mermaid that is very reminiscent of cardigan.

The Little Mermaid: "Teenagers. They think they know everything.” cardigan: "When you are young they assume you know nothing"

Taylor has previously dressed up as Ariel at a 2019 New Year's Eve party where they had to dress up as their childhood heroes.

As TTPD promo, she has been hiding words in old songs. The first word is "hereby" which can also be seen in the contract Ariel signs.

Some people think Harry Styles has something to do with the song due to the fact that Harry wore a shirt with the same Little Mermaid quote back in 2020.

(We would need to know the time the song was written to know for sure because currently it just looks like a coincidence. Taylor has only stated a timeline of 2022-2023 for these songs. But as of 4/15 there are no signs.)

[augustloverforever]

She is me, I am her. We are one.

[loverofunreasonandanexile]

what a time we must be living in to bounce between extremes of the heart as an external remedy for the thoughts, and feelings that destory us when alone

[laurelroadpoetry]

[literarylumin]

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it—

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot

A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy.

Do I terrify?—

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot—

The big strip tease.

Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

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.

I rocked shut

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.

It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’

That knocks me out.

There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart—

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—

A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

[nwpoetariel]

the void

the void my muscles are heavy with need. i whisper into the voidstill too quiet for you to avoidall i want is for you to walk into my poemlet to swirl and whirl around youperhaps sneak into your earwork its way into your subconscious then one day you will start to randomlythink about meand love then connect the twoand with a thundering shoutyou will run back to me your muscles heavy with…

[delicatefalice]

too high horse for a simple girl to rise above it they slammed the door on my whole world the one thing i wanted

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"How many poems does a guy have to write / to get abducted by aliens? I know you / see me, same as the fat moon peeping / through the trees like a pervert. I just / want to talk."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

[6peaches]

Ariel Francisco - Seeing a UFO and Singing Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me to the Moon” into the Night at the Top of My Lungs

How many poems does a guy have to write to get abducted by aliens? I know you see me, same as the fat moon peeping through the trees like a pervert. I just want to talk. My arms are sore from waving. My dad used to wonder why I was always so fascinated with space, then learned I share a birthday with Yuri Gagarin and that explained everything. I would watch that shit show Ancient Aliens with my mom and she would say, you know in Guate we remember where the Mayas came from, raising her eyebrows into orbit. How could I not grow up to search the skies for meaning? Ancient peoples thought objects soaring through the atmosphere were celestial serpents, their glowing tails slithering through space, and I buy it. Oh, Quetzalcoatl, is that you? I feel like the last kid sitting in front of  the school waiting to be picked up. Don’t say you’ve forgotten me.

[frombook]

Lady lazarus by Sylvia plath

[theamoristwriter]

"It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection" ~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[honeytherose]