Sylvia Plath's Poems "Tulips" & "Stings".

"... And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes/ Its bowl of red blooms out of the sheer love of me..." This excerpt from Sylvia Plath's poem, "Tulips" describes how Plath's body would not give way, even though she feels as though her soul is dead. Plath's life long depression stimulated the very personal themes in "Tulips" and "Stings". Within each, there lays pieces of sadness and anger, which Plath succumbed to by …

…The bees found him out, Molding onto his lips like lies, Complicating his features. They thought death was worth it, but I Have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, With her lion-red body, her wings of glass? Now she is flying More terrible than she ever was, red Scar in the sky, red comet Over the engine that killed her-- The mausoleum, the wax house.