I am not you. I can live in this black shoe laced so tight my toes are blue. I am not you. You dug up the earth before the grass grew before the worms were even through. But I suppose… Read More ›
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath: The Death of Daddy
In the late fifties, a new form of poetry was taking shape. These poems were of a personal nature, and the more personal, the better. This unrestrained, autobiographical poetry was coined “confessional” by M.L. Rosenthal in 1959 (Bawer 7). Sylvia… Read More ›
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