“Might it be that, after all this
time, our poetry detectives
have been looking in the wrong
places for these phantom texts?”
—Anna Journey, After Ariel:
An Argument for Sylvia Plath's
Phantom Third Poetry Collection,
Plath Profiles 5
Later on when he was dead—
The phantom texts were silent
The frisson of that event—
Meant all-too-human victims
Stumbling out onto the—
Mythic arena transformed
Transforming mere human beings—
Into characters in a melodrama
It takes time though—
A dead husband’s poetic persona
Ted my Alchemical Husband—
My Demon Slave
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