Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963 / Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts)
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Sylvia Plath
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Sylvia Plath : 22 / 120
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i strong agree Daniel's comment.
we have to love this womans intense use of imagery.
when i read the poem, i can almost see the blood.
i almost want to cut my thumb and want to see how blood work
Very gruesome and graphic. I also get a sense of hysteria from this poem. Sylvia Plath is my new favorite poet.
You have to love this womans intense use of imagery. The likening of blood to redcoats has inspired me often.