a b c Axelrod, Steven (April 24, 2007) [2003]. "Sylvia Plath". The Literary Encyclopedia. Archived from the original on October 11, 2007 . Retrieved June 1, 2007. They are charging directly at the sun, a new day is approaching. The speaker can see a new, intense, burning light at the end of her tunnel, and she is heading straight for it. This is where she will find her new life. Unpublished Plath sonnet goes online tomorrow". Associated Press. October 31, 2006. Archived from the original on September 26, 2014 . Retrieved April 29, 2012.

Carmody, Denise Lardner; Carmody, John Tully (1996). Mysticism: Holiness East and West. Oxford University Press. ISBN 0-19-508819-0. It is controlled, serious verse but her later work shows new strains and pressures at work and becomes a poetry of anguished confession.”

The last works were something quite new in poetry. I wrote at the time in The Observer that Plath was “systematically probing that narrow, violent areas between the viable and the impossible, between experience which can be transmuted into poetry and that which is overwhelming.”

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. Plath described Hughes as "a singer, story-teller, lion and world-wanderer" with "a voice like the thunder of God". [5] Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, and was treated multiple times with early versions of electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). [3] She ended her own life in 1963. Both Lowell and Sexton encouraged Plath to write from her experience and she did so. She openly discussed her depression with Lowell and her suicide attempts with Sexton, who led her to write from a more female perspective. Plath began to consider herself as a more serious, focused poet and short story writer. [5] At this time Plath and Hughes first met the poet W.S. Merwin, who admired their work and was to remain a lifelong friend. [26] Plath resumed psychoanalytic treatment in December, working with Ruth Beuscher. [5] Chalcot Square, near Primrose Hill in London, Plath and Hughes' home from 1959This stanza, she argues, outlines her pre-dawn poetry writing, for in the poem these actions take place before the sun has risen, and because she is interpreting Plath's poetic "undressing" as an erotic metaphor for her undressing the structure to which she adhered before Ariel and The Colossus. [3] This is seemingly further supported by another critic who argues that by "unpeeling" these dead "stringencies" she is taking off the Latinate diction which she had previously characterized much of her oeuvre of poetry, [3] which some have argued as an earlier attempt to define herself a poetic identity. [3] Thus, in this stanza she begins to undress her poetry, and then, as she continues, Plath begins to reach her climax, and undergo a sort of poetic orgasm in the next lines: [3]

Steinberg, Peter K. (2007) [1999]. "A celebration, this is". sylviaplath.info. Archived from the original on March 19, 2015. It has to do with her extraordinary outburst of creative energy in the months before her death, culminating in the last few weeks when, as she herself wrote, she was at work every morning between four and seven, producing two sometimes three poems a day. The horse is described as a flame, a dewdrop, an arrow, and a cloud in trousers, among other things.

Sylvia Plath was born in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1932. When Plath was only eight years old, her father, who had been strict and authoritarian in his parenting style, died. His death would become the driving force behind a number of her most famous poems, most notably “ Daddy.” Plath graduated summa cum laude from Smith College in 1955. This is the same year in which “Two Lovers and a Beachcomber by the Real Sea” was published. She had battled with depression throughout her schooling, attempting suicide in 1953. The myth, then, is a diversion from the objective achievement. For the very reason that it has an originality that keeps it apart from any poetic fads.