I read fine books on poetry by Plath
Her genius arrived clearly, what a force….
An edgy woman emitting sharp, bright wrath
An immigrant, her German roots surpassed
Two languages entwined, a unique voice
I read the wanton works of Sylvia Plath
She early found her voice, direct of path
But fate was inconsistent with her choice.
Mercurial, she troubled love with wrath
Her suicide predictable as maths;
Her suffering and her German soul flew loose
I voiced the books of poetry by Plath
Her problem was in finding a true man
She had more faith from Ariel her horse
This vital woman, torment gave at last
Did he feel his freedom was well worth
Hearing the electric blackbird’s curse?
I read the brave, mad poetry of Plath
Imperious, what vocabulary, what mass!