In 1955, Sylvia Plath came to Cambridge to study. She fell in love with Ted Hughes at first sight at a party. An hour later, they could hardly kiss each other. Ted took off Sylvia’s earrings, and she bit Ted Hughes . De's cheeks. Both of them are full of enthusiasm and ambition for poetry creation, and love and poetry are in perfect harmony. In 1956, they wore wedding rings. Sylvia got a teaching position in the United States, so the newlyweds returned to her hometown together. Ted soon became a dazzling star in the poetry world, and Sylvia was still struggling with creation. Ted suggested to her that she herself was the true source of poetry. But compared with her husband, Sylvia's talent has never been recognized. Her published collection of poems received mediocre response, and she was even more lost in the shadow of her husband.
Ted’s charm and talent attracted countless young women to embrace him. Sylvia gradually realized sadly that their love was not that strong. She awkwardly tried to save their love, but she failed every time. Happy and scattered. Jealousy made her more neurotic, torturing herself and her lover.
In order to rebuild her position in marriage and creation, Sylvia decided to relocate to the UK despite the opposition of her relatives. But everything is developing in a worse direction. When she found out about Ted's relationship with her good friend Assia Verwel, it was finally completely defeated.
Sylvia could no longer face the fact that her marriage broke up and her lover was unfaithful. In July 1962, she quietly left her country house in Devonshire with her two children and moved to London.
Despair swallows Sylvia a little bit. She bursts out terrible power in pain and ignites her writing aspirations. She is crazy and devotes all her life to creation. Only in poetry can she completely release herself. , Escape from reality, seek a touch of comfort. She relies on poetry to achieve an almost impossible balance between life and death, and serves as a source of strength for living.
The London winter in 1963 was surprisingly cold, and Sylvia was sinking deeper and deeper in the low and helpless black hole. On February 17, she committed suicide by turning on gas in her apartment. She was only 31 years old.
