i feel as though i’m giving out too many 5’s this year, but dammit i’ve loved what i’ve been reading! plath’s poetry is something that has never resonated with me, i’m not much for poetry in any form, really.
but here, i’ve gotten a greater sense of plath’s feelings than ever before. she’s vile and sick to others at times and at others she’s terribly joyful at being human. the changing nature of her emotions can only be described as human rather than a more negative descriptor like temperamental. when we read of what she’s talking about, even in her harshest critiques of people who may or may not deserve it, we get a sense that she’s not even entirely happy with these thoughts, that there’s a remorse about the way she’s feeling.
we lost you too soon, sylvia, and the hurt here is hard to ignore.