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My only vice is that I can't get enough Plath.

In the 14 July 2009, Sotheby's London auction of English Literature, History, Children's Books & Illustrations, there were several Plath items that both sold and failed to sell. The biggest money maker was a first edition of Sylvia Plath's The Colossus (Heinemann, 1960) for £17,500. The copy was signed and inscribed by Plath- on her birthday - to her high school English teacher, Wilbury Crockett. The lot included a Christmas card from 1960 with a note from Plath to Crockett.

Also at this sale were the following Plath items:
Two early manuscripts of Plath's, which sold for £5,000.
Illustrated typescript poem in the form of a handmade "get well" card, which sold for £4,000.
Early typescript poem in the form of song lyrics entitled "Class Song - 1950", which did not sell.
Plath's copy of Edna St. Vincent Millay's The King's Henchman: A Play in Three Acts, which did not sell.

The links includes images, too. I recommend clicking the enlarge and the using the zoom tool. These were the first Plath items sold at Sotheby's since 2006, when some of her original drawings were offered for sale. You can look at the list of Plath items sold by clicking here. Some amazing stuff, for sure. Makes one really wonder what else is out there... Thanks to Philobiblos for the heads up on the auction.

On a completely different note...The poet Baron Worsmer recently published a collection of short stories entitled The Poetry Life (Fort Lee, New Jersey: Cavankerry, 2008). Each of the ten stories are named after a poet. Plath is among them. The other poets are William Blake, William Carlos Williams, Elinor Wylie, John Berryman, Weldon Kees, Anne Sexton, Gregory Corso, Audre Lorde, and Joe Bolton. Thanks to Sarah for bringing this collection and story to our attention.

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