sylvia plath

I hope readers coming fresh to her poems now can set aside the myths, and the psychic despair she struggled with, to focus not on her domestic but her working life. That was a high-wire trajectory of voice, silence and metaphor, a lesson in how to pick your own path as you turn problems of feeling into solutions of form. Plath was an artisan, dedicated to her craft. "I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have," she said, "but I cannot sympathize with cries from the heart informed by nothing except a needle or knife. One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind."
       skriver Ruth Padel i the Independent, läs hela hennes text här. (tips Bernur, How soft this prison is)