Sylvia Plath reading some of her poems and talking about her work. And it’s wonderful how she reads them, I love her poetry that is full of stark, sharp imagery. 

 Extract from Candles by Sylvia Plath
 They are the last romantics, these candles:
 Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
 And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
 Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.