Writing a BBC Third Programme review of Donald Hall's Penguin Contemporary American Poetry exactly a month before she killed herself early in 1963, Sylvia Plath praised 'the inwardness of these images ... the uncanny faculty of melting through the leaves of the wallpaper, through the dark looking-glass, into a world which one can only call surrealist and irrational'. It was a process she could see happening in herself, to her own poems, and she welcomed it:

LRB 26 October 1989 | PDF Download