বাংলার মাটি বাংলার জল, বাংলার বায়ু, বাংলার ফল, পুন্য হউক, পুন্য হউক, পুন্য হউক, হে ভগবান। বাংলার ঘর, বাংলার হাট, বাংলার বন, বাংলার মাঠ, পুর্ন হউক, পূর্ন হউক, পূর্ন হ্‌উক, হে ভগবান।রবীন্দ্রনাথ

আঠারোই এপ্রিল বিগতদিনের আমার সব শ্লেষ্মা আমার করোটির খুপরিতে গলছে আর যদি আমার পাকস্থলী সঙ্কুচিত হয় কোনও বোধগম্য ঘটনার কারনে গর্ভধারন কি পেটের অসুখ আমি তোমার কথা ভাবব না অথবা ঘুমের কারণে সবজে পনিরের চাঁদের মতন অনিয়মিত যেহেতু খাবারের জন্য বেগুনি পাতার পুষ্টি এসবের জন্য আর অল্পখানি ভয়ঙ্কর ঘাসের স্তুপ আকাশে কি গাছের চূড়ায় একটি ভবিষ্যৎ নষ্ট হয়েছে গতকাল সহজে আর চিরকালের জন্য গোধূলিতে টেনিস বলের মতন American writer whose best-known poems are noted for their personal imagery and intense focus. Plath wrote only two books before her suicide at the age of 31. Her posthumous ARIEL (1965) astohished the literary world with its power, and has become one of the best-selling volumes of poetry published in England and America in the 20th century. Plath was married to the poet Ted Hughes. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air. (from 'Lady Lazarus', in Ariel, 1965) Sylvia Plath was born in Boston. Her father was a professor of biology at Boston University, and had specialized in bees. He has been characterized as authoritarian and died of diabetes in 1940 when Plath was eight years old. Her mother, Aurelia, worked at two jobs to support Sylvia and her brother Warren, but in her diary Plath reveals her hatred for her mother. At school Plath appeared to be a model student: she won prizes and scholarships. She studied at Gamaliel Bradford Senior High School (now Wellesley High School) and at the Smith College from 1950 to 1955. In LETTERS HOME (1975), edited by Plath's mother, she revealed a portrait of a young woman driven by hopes for the highest success alternating with moods of deep depression. April 18 the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because of some explicable phenomenon such as pregnancy or constipation I would not remember you or that because of sleep infrequent as a moon of greencheese that because of food nourishing as violet leaves that because of these and in a few fatal yards of grass in a few spaces of sky and treetops a future was lost yesterday as easily and irretrievably as a tennis ball at twilight