Plath's poetry may be technically good, but it doesn't work for me. It describes inner turmoil, anguish, darkness. I look to poetry to show me beauty, whether in the natural world, in human experience, or in the wordplay itself. Plath's poetry is mostly about pain, her own pain, that I'd rather not explore.
I liked some of the poetry, and really liked the imagery that it provoked for me personally, but some of the poetry I simply couldn’t grasp. I did enjoy reading the poems that I felt I could emotionally understand. I think poetry really is an art (as all literature is) and art is subjective. And personally i don’t think I’d often reach to re read the whole book, just perhaps a selected few hense a harsher rating