Sylvia Plath, Still Singing

Art, mental illness, the ache of perception

By: The Lace Ledger Staff

Some poetry doesn’t age because it never belonged to its moment of conception.

Sylvia Plath wrote from a place that continues to feel familiar to anyone who has lived inside their own mind for too long.

Her work sits at the intersection of brilliance and fragility, without ever asking the reader to choose between them.