Sylvia Plath reading her poem about death as a birthday present with her intense delivery, written about six months before her suicide. I've been reading about her on brainpickings.org (an excellent site you should all know about) and it's so sad knowing that she really would have lived life to the fullest had it not been so cut off from her, being a woman in 1950's America with its severe limitations. She was a very "wholehearted being", as the blog author puts it. brainpickings.org