I have long been a fan of Sylvia Plath’s poetry; the Bell Jar resonated with me at a particular time in my life. And yes the tragedy of her short life during which she produced a significant body of work touches and impresses me in equal measure.
Today my friend took me to Heptonstall to visit her final resting place ; the grave is lost amongst so many others. And still so many have found there way to pay personal homage. A pot of pens on the grave is visible between the dandelions in full flower. I did not somehow feel the ancient biro in my bag was appropriate although a glance at those already laid showed others did not share my concern.