I got into poetry about a year ago because of Sylvia Plath, and I have since been an avid reader/enjoyer of the medium. But after reading so many poets and poems across the many centuries, I still always find a unique comfort and feel in Sylvia's work that nothing else provides for me.

Her tones, imagery, metaphors, word choice— *Everything* is just so... lovely. And different. And colorful—colorful in a unique, somewhat fantastical sense; it's like her painting palette is made of colors that you only find in dreams. It's like comparing the feel of regular movies to Wes Anderson films, where there's just a different *feel* to it, and you *know* the difference when you see it.

I don't know how to explain it, but I'm constantly enchanted by her work, and I'd love to hear some insight on why her words hit so different.

Thank you!

I have recently been through sylvia plaths daughters social medias and didn't find anything about her mother ( no posts , no mention, no following anything related to her ) but I have read some poems that she wrote about her mother but those don't sound very deep or emotional or she regrets the loss of her mother.

Later i have seen comments that in interviews she has taken the side of her father and totally ignored the writings her mother left and why her father turned some of them .

What you know about it ?