Heres a virtual movie of the very gifted but tragic Sylvia Plath (1932-1963) reading her stunning poem \"Lady Lazarus\".Sylvia Plath\'s \"Lady Lazarus\" is a dark and angry poem about her experience surrounding her third attempt to kill herself and her agony of being reborn. The poem is extremely depressing both in the language used and in the subject, yet it is nothing short of powerful and beautiful. \n\nKind RegardsJim Clark\nAll rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008\n\nLady Lazarus \nI have done it again. \nOne year in every ten \nI manage it----- \n\nA sort of walking miracle, my skin \nBright as a Nazi lampshade, \nMy right foot \n\nA paperweight, \nMy featureless, fine \nJew linen. \n\nPeeloff the napkin \nO my enemy. \nDo I terrify?------- \n\nThe nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? \nThe sour breath \nWill vanish in a day. \n\nSoon, soon the flesh \nThe grave cave ate will be \nAt home on me \n\nAnd I a smiling woman. \nI am only thirty. \nAnd like the cat I have nine times to die. \n\nThisis Number Three. \nWhat a trash \nTo annihilate each decade. \n\nWhat a million filaments. \nThe Peanut-crunching crowd \nShoves in to see \n\nThem unwrap me hand and foot ------ \nThe big strip tease. \nGentleman , ladies \n\nThese are my hands \nMy knees. \nI may be skin and bone, \n\nNevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. \nThe first time it happened I was ten. \nIt was an accident. \n\nThe second time I meant \nTo last it out and not come back at all. \nI rocked shut \n\nAs a seashell. \nThey had to call and call \nAnd pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. \n\nDying \nIs an art, like everything else. \nI doit exceptionally well. \n\nI do it so it feels like hell. \nI do it so it feels real. \nI guess you could say I\'ve a call. \n\nIt\'s easy enough to do it in a cell. \nIt\'s easy enough to do it and stay put. \nIt\'s the theatrical \n\nComeback in broad day \nTo the same place, the same face, the same brute \nAmused shout: \n\n\'A miracle!\' \nThat knocks me out. \nThere is a charge \n\nFor the eyeing my scars, there is a charge \nFor the hearing of my heart--- \nIt really goes. \n\nAnd there is a charge, a very large charge \nFor a word or a touch \nOr a bit of blood \n\nOr a piece of my hair on my clothes. \nSo, so, Herr Doktor. \nSo, Herr Enemy. \n\nI am your opus, \nI am your valuable, \nThe pure gold baby \n\nThat melts to a shriek. \nI turn and burn. \nDo not think I underestimate your great concern. \n\nAsh, ash--- \nYou poke and stir. \nFlesh, bone, there is nothing there---- \n\nA cake of soap, \nA wedding ring, \nA gold filling. \n\nHerr God, Herr Lucifer \nBeware \nBeware. \n\nOut of the ash \nI rise with my red hair \nAnd I eat men like air. amy, Animation, christina, dickinson, dolben, douglas, keith, Lady, Lazarus, levy, mackworth, macneice, Plath, Poem, rossett, Sylvia