Sylvia Plath died 60 years ago today. ‘This is the sea, then, this great abeyance./How the sun’s poultice draws on my inflammation./Electrifyingly—colored sherbets, scooped from the freeze;
By pale girls, travel the air in scorched hands.’

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from ‘Ecstasy’ ery
influenced by Maenads in & on My are ‘going outside themselves’ (etymology of ‘ecstasy’) because painted to overflow boundaries

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