Rhonda Massengill Poems by Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Path was a woman that wrote a lot about suicide. She had struggled with depression throughout her whole childhood until one day it had eventually token her life. She was a very intelligent woman and was ranked number one in Cambridge University. On February 11, 1963 she had committed suicide.

“The Bee Meeting”
I love this poem because it was based on an old fashion tradition called making honey. I have a good friend of mine that makes his own honey. I can remember them talking about how they have to use smoke to smoke bees away because you don’t want to kill any of them. Then how they remove the queen and take he to other parts of the honey farm to make more honey. This is a very dangerous process because you don’t want to kill the bees. If you kill the bees you can lose your honey. What I thought was really cool is the straw hat. If you have ever seen “Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants” I can just picture her in this poem.

“Lady Lazarus”
This story is talking about a woman that is trying several different times to end her life. At first she says that she almost died but that was an accident. She says that she must be like a cat that has nine lives because she can never seem to get it right. The second time she wanted to go and never come back. She is angry because the medical team got involved and brought her back to life. “Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well”. This as we all know is ironic because this is one thing that she can’t seem to accomplish. She succeeds in real life at everything but the one thing that she wants to succeed in she fails at.

“Daddy”
The dad dies because he is a diabetic at a young age. She is angry at her dad for leaving her behind. She says that she use to pray that you would recover than she stops. At this time she refers to her dad as a Nazi general. That everybody hates him and that she is glad he is gone. She even states that she is a Jew to him and that would have never worked out even if he was here. Other words, we may be of the same flesh but we are totally different.