“Love Letter” by Sylvia Plath.
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I really like the image of love as an awakening of hitherto-unknown aspects of yourself.
This would seem to be another love poem that’s more about the poet than the loved one, but for some reason this one doesn’t bug me. Is it just because it’s by a woman? I don’t think so, but I can’t articulate why it feels different. What do you think?