As much as we denial it, we are all a little mysterious inside. But no one is as open with dramatizing this fact than Sylvia Plath. As I unfortunately misread the syllabus (damn..) I actually gain the fortune of reading one of Plath's short poem beforehand.
As not to give anything away, let's just note that in Metaphors, Plath speaks about an issue that is in close relations with woman. The poem is structured precisely, no more, no less. Following the title is a chain of seemingly unrelated materials, which might puzzle you into thinking she's gone mad. But as the title suggests, the beauty of metaphors lies in its capability to representing subjects that are not literally applicable. Plath is hiding something.
Upon figuring out on your own, what would be even more interesting is to seek out the psychological aspect to her cover-up. Why did she choice to hid the truth? Why stick her words in metaphors? Just to give you a hint, the truth is more disturbing than what you could imagine.
In any case, for Plath, it must be more unbearable than sticking her head into her kitchen oven, on February 11th, 1963.
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