Sylvia Plath's poems have been described as 'confessional poetry'. Her poems focus on herself, her experience traumas etc. I can relate to her personally in her style of writing. Sadly she committed suicide at the age of 30 by gassing herself with her head in her oven. This happened in 1963 and some of her poetry was published after her death and was written in the lead up to her suicide. This is very sad as she was I feel very talented. I hope you enjoy this poem that I have found to share with you all. It shows her state of mind at the time of writing. Many revere her as a good poet and she is a favourite to many.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.