Lyric Life

I've danced around Sylvia Plath--or around her absence on this podcast--for a long time, mostly because I can't stand the way people approach her poetry. This early poem shows exactly the sort of poet she was: a master at her craft, not just the object of pity or ire. This poem about coming home is brilliant: evocative, shattering, and finally, yes, shattered, too. It's a great place to start to see Plath, not as a biography, but as an artist.