Today is the 50th anniversary to the death of Sylvia Plath. She lost her battle with mental illness but her writing, especially the Bell Jar touched me and helped me understand my own experiences of mental illness.
So I just wanted to say, Thank You. And show you how remarkable she was as a woman and writer. I have attempted to research and write about her before however I stuggled as she was the same age as me when she died. That hit me hard.
So here is a poem by her for you all. A positive Legacy for a brilliant writer.
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.