Sylvia Plath reads ‘Daddy’
1961 – mesmerising
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Lovely. Thank you!
jb says: The voice always gets me. I know the poem so well, but the voice . . . the way she delivers it.
What a voice! So many poets don’t have a clue as to delivery, but she knows exactly where to go and how. Extraordinary. And it’s fascinating how her accent is sidling bit by bit across the Atlantic. Thanks, for this, John.
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