Sylvia Plath- Clerihew 3
Sylvia Plath,
walked on dangerous path,
she and herself always in a rift,
and she gave death her precious gift.
Sylvia Plath was one poet I was particularly obsessed with as a young girl because I found out that I wrote some of my early poems(the ones I wrote whenever I was depressed) just like hers. I still admired her talent greatly but really scared to make her my mentor, now that I have conquered my depression long time ago. (Hmmmm personal confession)
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