Sylvia Plath
After researching all three poets, it was pretty clear that they had quite a life! My typical high school life seems so mundane after reading their biography. With that being said, it is hard to see any connection with these three phenomenal women, but if I must choose one who I see most of myself in it would have to be Sylvia Plath. Now, considering that I only lived for eighteen years, it’s no surprise that I didn't have the experience of true love or any affairs in that regard. But I do however see the similarities between Plath and I in that we both find pleasure in traveling and taking chances. I have to admit, reading about Plath going to London, Paris, Rome to find her true love, sounds dangerously romantic and extremely fascinating. Although anecdotes about her suicide attempt, and multiple breakdowns aren't exactly how I would picture myself react in the circumstances, I can imagine the extreme distress and understand why she acted the way she act.
Looking at some of her works of poetry, there’s no doubt that she is extremely educated and complex individual.
Reading some extracts of her diary, there’s no question that she is self-contradicting and self-destructive person.
Stripping all her achievements, diplomas, I see her as a scared, vulnerable woman desperate for help.
Before the research about her life, I viewed Plath merely as extremely intellectual American poet. It is ironic how after hearing all kinds of praises of this ingenious poet, all I can remember about her life is the fact that she killed her self, something I believe is the most stupid thing to do. All her works may perceive to be intricate work of art (and I think it is), but I also see it as a beautifully weaved confession of what happened to one woman. The only explanation for my change of perspective and sympathy for her is because I see a good portion of myself in Plath.
Looking at some of her works of poetry, there’s no doubt that she is extremely educated and complex individual.
Reading some extracts of her diary, there’s no question that she is self-contradicting and self-destructive person.
Stripping all her achievements, diplomas, I see her as a scared, vulnerable woman desperate for help.
Before the research about her life, I viewed Plath merely as extremely intellectual American poet. It is ironic how after hearing all kinds of praises of this ingenious poet, all I can remember about her life is the fact that she killed her self, something I believe is the most stupid thing to do. All her works may perceive to be intricate work of art (and I think it is), but I also see it as a beautifully weaved confession of what happened to one woman. The only explanation for my change of perspective and sympathy for her is because I see a good portion of myself in Plath.
