Edge of Depression - Sneha Joseph
"The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over." Even though debatable, these are the lines from the last poem, 'Edge' of the great American poet Sylvia Plath. The poem is about a dead woman who is perfected in her death and ironically just after 6 days of writing this poem, Sylvia Plath committed suicide. She is a poet who never wrote for her readers. Rather all her poems were her mind, her voice that echoed in her pen. Being a patient of chronic depression, all her works carried the sorrows and emotions she was fighting with. Plath's last poem too heated with her thick feelings bears the pain of her crying inner self. A poet who marked lines for her own, she was not much celebrated in her lifetime. Rather, through death, she was raised in the wings of her depresse