The two were young —she was 23, he 25—and they read, critiqued, and supported each other's work. So, we see that these two poets have two different views on suicide and why they attempt it. I believe it should be generally relevant, to such things as Hiroshima and Dachau, and so on.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.
It was in this state of mind that she turned to poetry as an expressive outlet. So, though death itself may have been a side issue, it was also an unavoidable risk in writing her kind of poem.
But it was, precisely, a source of living energy, of her imaginative, creative power.
InPlath published this collection of poems first in Englandwhere she lived with her husband, to positive critical reviews if not massive sales. She let her writing express elemental forces and primeval fears.
How free it is, you have no idea how free —- The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
All the violence in her work returns to that violence of imagination, a frenzied brilliance and conviction. She described the experience as "pain, parties, work," and one of the book's scenes detailed an attempted rape—an event Plath's personal journals from that summer seem to corroborate.