Sylvia Plath`s poetry

One of my favorite poems written by Sylvia Plath is the one entitled In Plaster. She must have written it after an accident when one of her legs or arms was broken and she had to stay in bed for a while with ``This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one`` as she says. The personification of the plaster runs through the whole poem, it behaves like a real human being, it has feelings, hatred and even fears. Plath even gives it a gender, she uses ``she`` when speaking about the plaster. Let us see then ``her`` qualities. She is strong and resists to the attacks ``like a true pacifist`` and as I have said, she has emotions; she wants Plath to love her that is why she began to warm up. She tries to please the sick person. She is even grateful as she can thank her existence to the fact that Plath broke her arm or leg and now, as a well-educated person, she tries to ingratiate herself with her owner. After a while, after the initial hatred being wiped out, they became good and close friends, and ``our relationship grew more intense`` as Plath says. I can easily imagine them while having some female, gossipy chitchat about the course of the world in a way good friends do this. However, I think Plath would not really appreciate this sexist attitude of mine. Interestingly, after a while this intimate relationship seems to be broken and the plaster is losing her temper and wants more than what is assigned for her. Strangely, she does not want to die, to vanish, instead, she wants to live forever and dominate then kill the sick person. She tries to break the order of Nature. This is the part I appreciate the most in this poem, Plath`s really rich imaginative power and force while describing the behavior of this `runaway` plaster. I have already had my arm broken, it was in plaster, but I could have never thought about the plaster the way Plath does (that is why she is a poet and I am not). This white ``torso`` thinks she is ``immortal``. She does not act overtly, she is just hoping that maybe one day her owner is going to die and then she will be able to cover her and destroy her. Another very attracting metaphor is the one when Plath says her relationship with the plaster is like a marriage as it was as close as a marriage is. As if it was a saint institution, based upon two persons` unanimous decision to spend their entire life together, as if they would never leave each other and she will always wear her plaster stuff. Of course, this is not the case, after having recovered she will throw the plaster away who is going to miss her. This part is very strange for me. I do not really know why the plaster would miss her former owner. Not to mention the fact that she will be destroyed after being removed from Plath`s body.
The poem The Colossus has some common features with the poem of Ted Hughes entitled Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days. The images of putting things together, that of mutilation certainly show that the two poets were having an impact on each other`s poetry.