Not really a fan, but some of his poems are part of the fabric of my life.

If you can't have a Kilmarnock edition, this'll do. ( )

The thing I don't understand about the people who analyse Plath's poems in terms of the tawdry details of her life - 'She wrote this one after Ted put his dick in what's her name' - is that it demeans the nature of the relationship. Plath's poetry isn't a never-ending series of reactions to whose vagina her husband's penis is in today. Her poetry is, if you like, her contribution to the never-ending discussion of the meaning of life. I don't see that it is being interpreted the right way if we take some microscope to it and her.

Same here. Look at this rather lovely poem:

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The thing I don't understand about the people who analyse Plath's poems in terms of the tawdry details of her life - 'She wrote this one after Ted put his dick in what's her name' - is that it demeans the nature of the relationship. Plath's poetry isn't a never-ending series of reactions to whose vagina her husband's penis is in today. Her poetry is, if you like, her contribution to the never-ending discussion of the meaning of life. I don't see that it is being interpreted the right way if we take some microscope to it and her.

Same here. Look at this rather lovely poem:

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I like the rhythm of the rhymes. I like to learn by heart. As a 16 yr old I recited "To a Mouse" at a school poetry competition. I didn't win. I fear it was not understood. I repeated the reading at my Father's funeral. The version of the book that I own was his before me and his Father's before him. I am currently learning "Tam o' Shanter" which was one of their favorites. I do not intend to ever finish with reading this book. It is part of my culture and my heritage and part of me. ( )