I read five poems by Slyvia Plath: Ariel, Brasilia, Barren Woman, Channel Crossing, and All the Dead Dears. When I read her poetry, I feel a little empty. I love the poems, but they are all so sullen and dark, which is hard to read after a few poems of the same thing.
I love the line, "We walk the plank with strangers," from the poem Channel Crossing. So many little snippets of her poetry ring in my head after I read the poem because every line is thought out so well, and everything has a meaning.
Personally, I wouldn't choose to read a book of her poetry because they're all so depressing, but once and a while it's nice to read Sylvia Plath.
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