Tag: Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under – maybe for the last time. Sylvia Plath masterfully draws the reader into Esther’s breakdown with such intensity that Esther’s insanity becomes completely real and even rational, as probable and accessible an experience as going to the

The Morning Song of Senlin

The following poem was introduced to me by Sylvia Plath herself. I read her journals a few months ago, and she weeps while reading this. Aiken doesn’t make me weep, but he definitely points out the beauty in the routine of the morning. I was just thinking last night about how in our last apartment,
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