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As in most of her poetry, here Sylvia Plath communicates vividly, intensely, almost unbearably - and especially if you have read Bronte's Wuthering Heights, this poem breathes the novel's wildly passionate and powerful essence, beautifully mingled with similarly intoxicating fragments of the poet herself. All this and more is packed tightly into such a highly charged 45 lines that it almost writhes on the page and hits you with the concentrated, vivid sensation of the novel itself, touched with a disconcerting fear and madness which lingers in the way that all writing should.

She has a way of making you feel whatever she is describing. You can almost feel the cool winds on the moors.

Plath's poem contains excellent physical imagery. The landscape becomes a metaphor for her personal feelings.Plath seems very self conscious, very pessimistic and very alone.

'The grass is beating its head' can be associated with mentally disturbed people,(they often hit themselves in anger), this perhaps reflects Plath's state of mind.

I have also noticed that Plath is the main focuss of her poem, she does not mention that Hughes was with her at the time again, this gives me a sence that Plath was lonely and depressed. Also, in Plaths poem, the land seems disinterested in its surroundings, unlike in Hughes' poem of the same name.

Somehow, Plath identifies with the landscape, she really gets something out of it. I find Plath's poem very disturbing but, in strange ways i can relate to it.



An excellent poem by an excellent writer.

i love this poem and i think it shows a great deal of threat. Sylvia tends to show childish fears in this poem like the grandmotherly disguise in red riding hood. It shows how depressed she is. She is absrbed by the landscape and is like deer in front of the headlights.

i love this poem and i think it shows a great deal of threat. Sylvia tends to show childish fears in this poem like the grandmotherly disguise in red riding hood. It shows how depressed she is. She is absrbed by the landscape and is like deer in front of the headlights.