Poems on Sylvia Plath Seeking Honest Critique

There's a cold dark place 
Sylvia Plath has been inside 
A kind of sacrificial lamb
An experiment of sorts 
Misogyny for the masses
A Hitler for wives 
Dust that, rub this, 
Lunch is cold, you shall pay! 
Only one way out
Put the lunch in the gas oven
Warm it up real nice and slow
Then turn it up
"Is that better,  Heil Hughes"

Misogyny

Is there no way out of the mind? - Sylvia Plath

There is no exit to the mind,
prison with one lonely fourth wall,
keeping the pews from the stage.
Grope it like a blind man,
sensing light. Just air. And yet, Alice,
you’ll never move beyond it and
reach Wonderland. The green neon sign
above the back door is a fake, don’t
trust it. It will lead you only into black.

poetry gives words
a place to go

it gives me
something to do
something easier
than life

poetry can save you
from work
and relatives
and love
and suicide

it saved Sylvia Plath
for years
and then
it helped her

poetry gives artists
who can't draw
a place to paint
and novelists
who can't write
a place to speak

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and just for fun, an older version of the poem:


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