Wading through obstruse lines of words, I went in search of Sylvia Plath’s poetry. I went in search of Sylvia Plath’s poetry, only to discover how incomprehensible a number of her poems are. True, some phrases, even a complete stanza here and there, had me quietly appreciating these creations; had me even thinking up variations to them. But really, if I need to go to http://www.sylviaplathforum.com/analysis.html to understand what she was saying, then I might as well have attended a lecture on string theory. Should I conclude therefore that I’m not deserving of the works of “… one of the most original and gifted poets of the twentieth century …”?