Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath I want to be like Sylvia Plath A talented writer Someone to be admired As she read her work Spending time in the darkness Writing more and more Still, her mind saw the beauty of the world Each of her poems showed the woman The person she was inside Someone hidden by the torment of her last years She knew when she wrote her last words She knew the moment when it was right to give up Four hundred of her children survived that moment You can still find them if you look A modern master who died way too soon Sylvia Plath will be remembered for the way she lived All of the four hundred plus poems she wrote The way she died