Plath - "Edge"

There isn’t much that I understand about Sylvia Plath. There is poignancy to this poem, that death is glorified. This poem seems to say that in death there is perfection. The only way that Sylvia Plath would be happy is if she were dead. “Her dead / Body wears the smile of accomplishment” portrays that because this woman is dead, she has not only accomplished something during her lifetime, that she accomplished something in death. The wisdom of this poem says the same. That there is this certain accomplishment is death in the eyes of the author. With all of the accomplishments made in life, “Her bare / feet seem to be saying: / We have come so far, it’s over” it is alright that it is over. There is a sense that because you have gone so far in life, it is ok, or excised, that one dies.