Miss. Smart: Today we're going to be discussing Sylvia Plath. Does anyone know
any lines?
Anorexia: The woman is perfected?
Miss. Smart: Yes, as in Death, perhaps. Any further thouts?
Anorexia: Yes, the poem, her final poem, it was called Edge. She was writing in a
fervor, and a fever, those last few weeks as if writing to a literal deadline.
Myla: I like the one about the sky flying off like the hat of a doll.
Miss. Smart: What d'you think it meant?
Myla: I don't know, it just sounded  good. To me that's the main thing with poetry,
the sound not the meaning.
Tara: I always remember that one about the place where men are mended.
Miss Smart: Yes, could be a bit of feminism there. Those last two are from The
Stones I believe.
Tilda: I always prefered The Beatles. John Lennon and all that.
Miss Smart: A similar figure I think. But at Harvard we'll stick to Sylvia.
Hydra: Wasn't there one about a bear named Maisie Blackstock?
Miss Smart: A toy bear I think rather than the grizzly variety.
Tilda: I used to think that Suzanne Vega was Sylvia Plath.
Tara: Or Beth Orton.
Miss Smart: Yes, her influence has extended into popular culture.
Anorexia: Tho it was Iron Maiden who put one of her poems to music. Apparently,
her words realy go well with heavy metal.
Miss Smart: I guess its the angst.
Anorexia: Miss Drake Proceeding To Supper I think it was called.
Miss Smart: That reminds me. Just before the bell, yor homework. Try to write a
Sylvia-like poem. It'll be the best way to explore her by trying to emulate her.
Tilda: I'll just copy from that blog Love Letter On The Edge Of Apocalypse.
Tara: That's not like Sylvia.
Myla: Not sure if its even poetry.
Anorexia: O I mite give it a look then. I always find poetry too difficult.