💭Although Blake was considered mad by contemporaries for his idiosyncratic views, he came to be highly regarded by later critics and readers for his expressiveness and creativity, and for the philosophical and mystical undercurrents within his work. His paintings and poetry have been characterised as part of the Romantic movement and as "Pre-Romantic". A theist who preferred his own Marcionite style of theology, he was hostile to the Church of England (indeed, to almost all forms of organised religion), and was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American revolutions. Although later he rejected many of these political beliefs, he maintained an amicable relationship with the political activist Thomas Paine; he was also influenced by thinkers such as Emanuel Swedenborg. Despite these known influences, the singularity of Blake's work makes him difficult to classify. The 19th-century scholar William Michael Rossetti characterised him as a "glorious luminary", and "a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors".

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💭The poetess has always been scared of her father- his Germaneness. She has been afraid of the German air force, Luftwaffe, her father’s gobbledygook, his neat moustache, his Aryan eye. She refers to her father as a Panzer-man . The superiority complex and the savagery and violence of the German race are brought out by the sex and such other images as swastika and ‘boot in the face’. The poetess’ mind was complicated with the fact that her father was a brute German with a brute heart.

💭In the picture she has of her father, he appears to have a cleft in his chin instead of his foot. Sylvia Plath was only eight when her father died. He died while she thought him a God. Yet it was he who tore her pretty red heart into two with his seeming Naziness. At twenty she made an attempt to commit suicide by swallowing a large number of sleeping pills. This attempt of her to join her father ended up in failure. When they rescued her, she tried to join her father by another way: ‘I made a model of you/ A man in black with a Meinkamph look’. The implication is that Sylvia married a man who resembled her father. Thus the poetess obliterates her memories of her father by having a stake driven through the heart of his heartlessness. The verbal assassination of the father by the daughter is complete with the utterance of the words’ Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through’.

What is the main idea?

💭Sylvia Plath uses her poem, “Daddy”, to express intense emotions towards her father’s life and death and her disastrous relationship with her husband. The speaker in this poem is Sylvia Plath who has lost her father at age ten, at a time when she still adored him unconditionally.

What is the metaphor?

💭In “Daddy” and “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath, a persona is widened to a collective metaphor of herself as a Jewish victim of the Holocaust. This is to illustrate her struggle in defining her identity against the consuming male oppression with which she is faced.

What is the analysis?

💭Sylvia Plath’s poem “Daddy” had very dark tones and imagery including death and suicide, in addition to the Holocaust. Plath wrote about her father’s death that occurred when she was eight years old and of her ongoing battle trying to free herself from her father.

What type of poem?

💭Sylvia Plath’s confessional poem “Daddy” is a disturbing poem about a woman’s relationship with two men: her father and her husband.

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و بسته‌ای از ورق‌های فال‌گیری، از ورق‌های فال‌گیری
شاید کمی یهودی‌ام.
 
همیشه از تو ترسیده‌ام
با شمایل “نیروی هوائی “‌ات، کلمات نامفهوم‌ات
و با آن سبلت جذابت
و آن چشمان آریائی، آبی شفاف
زره پوش هستی تو، مردی زره پوش
نه خدا، که صلیب شکسته ای
آنچنان سیاه
که هیچ آسمانی در آن نفو‌ذ  نمی‌کند
هر زنی مردی فاشیست را دوست دارد
چکمه‌ای خشن بر چهره‌ای
با قلب بی‌رحمی که تو هستی
بابا، در عکسی که از تو دارم
در کنار تخته سیاهی ایستاده‌ای
با چالی در چانه، بجای شکافی در پا (همچون شیطان)
با اینحال شبیه شیطانی،
مانند سیاهپوستی هستی
که قلب زیبای سرخ مرا
دو پاره کرد.
ده ساله بودم که ترا به خاک سپردند
در بیست سالگی تلاش کردم بمیرم
و بازگردم، بازگردم، بازگردم به تو.
گمان کردم که (بازگشت) استخوان‌هایم کافی است
اما مرا از کیسه بیرون آوردند
و با چسب تکه‌هایم را به هم چسباندند
آنگاه دانستم که دست به چه کاری خواهم زد:
مُدلی از پیکر تو ساختم
مردی در لباس سیاه با چهره ای از “نبرد من”
و عشقی به نیمکت (شکنجه) و پیچ
گفتم آری، آری
حالا بابا، بالاخره کارم تمام شد
تلفن سیاه قطع شده است
و صدائی دیگر بگوش نمی‌رسد
اگر مردی را کشته‌ام، دو مرد را کشته‌ام
هیولائی که می‌گفت تو هستی
و خون مرا یکسال مکید
اگر بخواهی بدانی، برای هفت سال (آزگار)
بابا، حالا می‌توانی دراز بکشی
(همچون دراکولا)
تکه ای چوب در قلب فربه سیاه تو فرو رفته
و روستائیان ترا هیچوقت دوست نداشتند
(قبرت) را لگد مال می‌کنند و رویش می‌رقصند
همیشه می‌دانستند این تو هستی
بابا، بابا، ای حرامزاده،
من کارم تمام شده است.
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