From Sylvia Plath Bio
depressive Plath committed suicide in 1963, garnering accolades after her death for the novel The Bell Jar, and the poetry collections The Colossus and Ariel. In 1982, Plath became the first person to win a posthumous Pulitzer Prize.
Sylvia’s poems are troubled and the facts of her life are tragic. She is the symbol of the suffering artist who seems to struggle more with life, perhaps, than most. She, Van Gogh and Hemmingway make me wonder if great art is worth it or if these artists just seem to share the struggle more. Maybe it’s legend itself that does this. We seem to prefer the artist who seems caged and dragged through the streets of life. The legend sure helps us enjoy the art!
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