"Almost all of Sylvia Plath's poems seem to be written by a perfectionist.", writes Marcia Dahlman in Being Perfect. Plath transmutes the domestic and the ordinary into the hallucinatory, the utterly strange. Her revision of the romantic ego dramatizes its tendency toward disproportion and excess, and she is fully capable of both using and mocking the heightened sense of self, as she does in her poem "Lady Lazarus". Just as Lazarus was raised from the dead by Jesus (John 11.1-45), so too Sylvia Plath says, "Dying Is an art, like everything el ....