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I am a miner. The light burns blue.<\/em>
Waxy stalactites<\/em>
Drip and thicken, tears<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I am writing this while pregnant with my first son, just as Sylvia Plath was when she wrote \u201cNick and the Candlestick\u201d in 1962.<\/p>\n

I wanted him: he was no surprise or trouble at all; he was passion and biology.\u00a0But I am not happy. No one in smiley U.S.A. is supposed to say\u00a0this at the news of a baby.\u00a0An expectant mother is supposed to be ecstatic, full of promise and life. It is true, I marvel; the last thing I ever expected to be good at was creating a small person, that my body could nourish him both inside itself and within the world. He\u2019s evidence that something inside me might work, even if other, less visible things do not.<\/p>\n

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Remembering, even in sleep,<\/em>
Your crossed position.<\/em>
The blood blooms clean<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Before him, I would read Plath quotes from one of those ubiquitous Twitter feeds, feel recognition\u2014and feel like a clich\u00e9. I do genuinely love her work, but it\u2019s so expected, so reductive\u2014even if, with him, it feels newly vital for me. We all know the narrative: marry a handsome, destructive man, go from one to two, three then four, and then kill yourself at thirty. Like so many girl-readers, I worshipped her and selfishly romanticized the tragedy. As a young woman, Plath sought the whirl and illusion of enchanted, swift New York, painfully unprepared for adulthood, and like so many others, I recognized all those standard youthful Manhattan dreams, darker when you feel everything twenty-fold, when you\u2019re unsure of having any talent or worth, paralyzed by sensitivity, maybe a little weak, easy to dismantle. A clich\u00e9, yes,\u00a0but the mythology, and the work, remain captivating and solid. As a writer and a reader and a human being with dark tendencies, I have great empathy for everything Plath. There is a reason she has endured. We may all fail miserably at love, family, and living, but we can try to be brave, especially in our work. As\u00a0Plath says of her own womb, my stomach was always crawling with white\u00a0newts and calcification, a gut that betrayed me, even when I tried to convince it of happy otherwise. <\/p>\n

2013\u00a0marked the fiftieth anniversary of Plath\u2019s death. Working in magazines, I was always taught that birthdays and anniversaries were lazy journalism pegs, cop-outs,\u00a0though useful for marketing. But maybe this is as good a time as any to speak outloud about something I\u2019ve so far heard admitted only with embarrassment by the intellectually sophisticated. To\u00a0Terry Castle\u2019s sharp, insightful criticism of\u00a0about Plath\u2019s polarizing existence, I counter with compassion. To me, the early lines of \u201cNick and the Candlestick\u201d explain the frightening duality\u2014and affirmation\u2014of a baby for someone with innate, perhaps genetically transmissible, sadness.<\/p>\n

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In you, ruby.<\/em>
The pain<\/em>
You wake to is not yours.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Since falling pregnant (a Britishism that I think makes sense) I have loved more deeply, and at the same time fallen darker and harder than ever and almost not recovered, and all of this sounds terrible to a culture that embraces nesting and blue and pink things and \u201cshowers\u201d that are really parties. This is the last thing I want. If anything, I need time not to stockpile goods on a checklist, but to take inventory of my life and make peace with a kind of biological inheritance, the sort that\u2019s hard for tests to detect in utero. The fact that Plath\u2019s son Nick too killed himself is not something to be written about with flippant disregard and blame; rather, a sense of urgency and compassion. Nurture yes, but nature also has rules. It is a risk to try for the future.<\/p>\n

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Love, love,<\/em>
I have hung our cave with roses,<\/em>
With soft rugs\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

He\u2019s here now, just as at length Nick came. And I am horrified that he looks just like me; everyone comments on the resemblance. In some Darwinian sort of lore, it\u2019s said that a newborn baby is supposed to look like his father to prevent being thrown off a cliff or similar early demise. \u201cYou sure he\u2019s mine?\u201d\u00a0he asks, joking, solid. Let\u2019s hope. In an interview, Plath herself explains the poem: \u201ca mother nurses her baby son by candlelight and finds in him a beauty which, while it may not ward off the world’s ill, does redeem her share of it.\u201d I might be content living with this little man in a cave, but it\u2019s his existence that will keep me away from that selfish fantasy, and any other, darker one, that would deprive him of motherly care.<\/p>\n

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You are the one<\/em>
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.<\/em>
You are the baby in the barn.<\/em>
Share this text . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Stephanie LaCava is the author of<\/em>\u00a0An Extraordinary Theory of Objects<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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