Sylvia Plath. Some people would instantly
make judgements about any person who would admit that they like her, for
the woman's poetry is especially vengeful, and her life was ended by her
own hands. Yet, I beg the reader to reconsider the picture that is inevitably
forming in your mind. Sylvia was not some black-swathed recluse. She was
a tall, athletic blonde, with true genius in nearly every subject-- especially
in English. Her poetry is expressive and truthful-- a real triumph for
someone who played the norm for a very long time. I cannot say that I like
everything about Plath, but when I think of her, I do not think of the
bitter woman who wrote Edge, but of the younger poet. I actually
like much of her earlier poetry better than her later bits. Give this writer
a chance-- for she is quite insightful, and quite intelligent. Her poetry
is not like the modern song lyric. It is not a jumbling of confused words
meant to sound wise, but inherently stupid. She is forthright, and an artist
with the pen.
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