It's wonderful how she seems to convey nothing at all in her mutterings when she is actually opening her heart and pouring out her soul on a peice of paper. It is easy to see that tese poems weren't written to be admired or fawned over. It seems that, for Sylvia, writing isn't a choice but commitment. An addiction. Writnig is one of the few truly gratifying forms of self-expression, even when it isn't really appreciated. Ms. Plath is an pariah and an inspiration all at once.
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