In his introduction to Sylvia Plath's posthumously published poetry collection "Ariel", Robert Lowell commented, "These poems are playing Russian roulette with six cartridges in the cylinder, a game of chicken, the wheels of both cars locked and unable to swerve... And yet Sylvia Plath's poems are not celebration of some savage and debauched existence, that of the damned poet, glad to burn out his body for a few years of continued intensity. This poetry and life are not a career; they tell us that life, even when disciplined, is simply not worth it."