{"id":5086,"date":"2021-10-14T13:44:04","date_gmt":"2021-10-14T12:44:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=5086"},"modified":"2021-10-14T13:44:04","modified_gmt":"2021-10-14T12:44:04","slug":"had-she-never-written-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/had-she-never-written-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Had She Never Written a Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh that as they lay there<br \/>\nOn the floor of the family home<br \/>\nTaken by gas like to many of their folk<br \/>\nHad she never written a poem!<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; For all their beauty they are not worth<br \/>\nThe sin that only God can forgive &#8211;<br \/>\nHer little ones, born and unborn<br \/>\nHad she only let them live!<\/p>\n<p>One to see life, and to live to age<br \/>\nTo bury her some distant morn&#8230;<br \/>\nAnd cry a tear at her passing&#8230;<br \/>\nThe other just to be born&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/elcultural.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/imgBD\/20150327\/letras\/img\/36179_1.jpg\" width=\"510\" height=\"295\" alt=\"Assia Wevill\" class=\"alignnone size-medium\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Background:<\/strong><br \/>\nThe poetess and translator <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Assia_Wevill\">Assia Esther Wevill (ne\u00e9 Gutmann)<\/a> was a tragic figure in the circle and the love triangle with Sylvia Plath, and like Plath tragically took her own life. Alas compounding that she also gassed her living child, having aborted a prior pregnancy. I thought on reading her life story she was better to have lived and never written than to have written and ended as she did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh that as they lay there On the floor of the family home Taken by gas like to many of their folk Had she never written a poem! &#8211; For all their beauty they are not worth The sin that only God can forgive &#8211; Her little ones, born and &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[234,155,880,233],"tags":[4481,4478,2354,4479,4480,606,507,1222],"class_list":["post-5086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-abortion","category-death","category-philosophy","category-writers","tag-4481","tag-alicia-wevill","tag-death","tag-israeli","tag-jewish","tag-poetry","tag-suicide","tag-sylvia-plath","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1k2","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1079,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/divine-struggle-sylvia-plath\/","url_meta":{"origin":5086,"position":0},"title":"Divine Struggle &#8211; Sylvia Plath.","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"The raging waves of the mind Tore her spirit asunder Yet still she wrote Those word we read... with wonder As words formed by worms of thought In a brain ragged from emotion The reader richer from the storms Of that cerebral ocean Lets hope it never is to be\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Obituaries&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Obituaries","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/obituaries\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Sylvia Plath - Poet","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Sylvia-Plath-Poet.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2032,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/not-at-the-races-as-poetry-in-the-park-gets-lost-in-athlone-triathlon\/","url_meta":{"origin":5086,"position":1},"title":"Not at the Races as Poetry in the Park gets lost in Athlone Triathlon","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"7th July 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Poetry in the Park is an initiative in the cultural life of Athlone running for the past year or so that I had been meaning to get down to for ages while living in Tullamore beside it, but never got around to. 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