DRAWINGS, by Sylvia Plath. Harper, 64 pp., $25.99.
The most striking thing about the 44 images reproduced in Sylvia Plath's "Drawings" may be how unpopulated they are.
Produced during the two years the poet spent on a Fulbright fellowship at Cambridge -- the same period in which she met and married (secretly, at first) Ted Hughes -- this material evokes a world bound almost entirely by objects: boats, shoes, rooftops, all of it detailed, shadowed, but at the same time more than a little bit removed.
That's not entirely unexpected. Plath, who committed suicide on Feb. 11, 1963, at the age of 30, was a poet of nuance, gesture; "Dead hands, dead stringencies," she wrote in "Ariel." Such a line might be a fitting epigraph for "Drawings," with its silent churches and solitary flowers, its boats left empty by the shore. Among the most evocative images here is that of a citronnade stand in the Tuileries of Paris -- one of the few drawings to include people, although they are abstracted, rendered at a distance, more geometric shapes than human beings.
Plath took her drawings seriously; four of them, which she called "the best sketches in pen-and-ink I've ever done," were published, with a brief prose recollection called "Sketchbook of a Spanish Summer," in the Christian Science Monitor in 1956.
Drawing, her daughter, Frieda Hughes, suggests in a brief introduction, was part of her process, a way to settle down.
"In his poem 'Drawing,' " Hughes writes of her father, "he describes how the very act calmed my mother, and how she became focused and still." In another poem, Hughes presents Plath re-creating "the Paris roofs, a traffic bollard, a bottle, and him too." Those drawings -- or ones very much like them -- appear in "Drawings," including a brooding portrait of Hughes in pen and ink. It's the only piece in the book to record a face, albeit in profile, evoking Plath's husband in a telling posture of disconnection, with even the most glancing contact more than either of them can bear.
Such an image stands in contrast to Plath's own words about the relationship, which are recorded in a sampling of letters, one to Hughes and a couple to her mother. In October 1956, she enthuses, "I write and think and study perfectly when with him; apart, I'm split and only can work properly in brief, stoic spells." Plath and Hughes, of course, would come apart spectacularly, and she would kill herself, after writing the astonishing poems of "Ariel." This was still years off when she produced these drawings, but in their distance, in their isolation, we see a glimmer, perhaps, of that empty, farther shore.