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The blood jet is poetry,There is no stopping it.You hand me two children, two roses.
Since her death in 1963, Sylvia Plath's final creative period (Lowell, 1966) has continued to excite interest. Generally regarded as far superior to her earlier work, combining unusual and at times savage vividness and intensity with great economy and control, the late poems “galvanize the reader,” as Robert Penn Warren put it (quoted in Lavers, 1970, p. 100), “like a keen, cold gust of reality.” Published posthumously, mostly in Ariel (S. Plath, 1966), the late poems were written over a period of