I hate almost all poetry. Something about it bothers me. I do appreciate some of Robert Frost's poems as well as Emily Dickinson. I haven't read any by Sylvia Plath, I'd probably like her too.
Sylvia Path killed herself by putting her head in the oven... with her kids in the next room... that always made me love her so cool in my eyes.. i don't know... also, she wrote this whole long poem about how she was cutting carrots and she cut her finger... she was great...
I love the Bell Jar..and I love her. That's a very interesting way to die.