Oh no, not Sylvia Plath! The single most depressing and mentally ill poet I have ever read. In “The Bee Meeting” she painfully exudes lack of confidence in herself as a person and a poet. She is afraid of everyone, paranoid almost, feeling naked and alone, an outsider to a foreign world. I can’t decide if she is comparing herself to the old queen bee, about to be replaced, or is she is merely an observer. At the end, she gives the impression of death, her own. Who knows.
In “Daddy”, Plath attempts to end her grief over her father’s death by alternately comparing him to God and the devil, describing their relationship as that of Nazi and Jew, called him a vampire, a bastard, etc. She loved him so much, thought he was almost a god, in fact, that she had to “exorcise” him from her life in this poem by symbolically killing him. Just a little bit weird for me, but then we know that Ms. Plath was tragically unique.
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