Such a fine month for remembering. Such a fine month for remorse. Such a fine month for mining the depths of poetic despair. Although her birthday was October 27, I felt that today of all days would be most appropriate to display the shattering dark talent of Sylvia Plath. Let her voice carry you to the darkest parts of her soul, immerse yourself in her courage and watch her rise like a phoenix at the end. She is, without a doubt, the finest poet of the twentieth century and the loss of her perceptive analysis of the female experience has left an empty artistic space that has yet to be filled.