Plath

I thought this poem powerful in its ability to dipict decay and regeneration. Plath looks at death in a unique light writting that "Dying/ Is an art, like everything else,/I do it exceptionally well./I do it so it feels like hell./I do it so it feels real/.I guess you could say I've a call." It is interesting that the emphasis of the poem is the art of dying not writting. At the same time however, through writting about the art of dying Plath showcases her other art, that of poetry.