This poem of unmitigated negativity and funereal gloom is thought by many to be one of Plath’s least appealing.
This poem was my first poem by this author and I didn’t have any high expectations for it which was good because it didn’t disappointed me.
The writing style was pretty average but I saw the potential to be better than it actually was.
The story was pretty good actually, but there were something which didn’t work well with me here. And there were couple of parts in this poem which I just wanted to skip.
The story had the potential to be better but as you may guess, the potential wasn’t used.
I give this poem 1 / 5