Id say Sylvia Plath probably. I dont read a lot of of poetry cos i think prose and short story are far more stimulating...Plath's "Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams" is highly recommended, summin like 3 in fopp. The poetry may be self-indulgent to a certain extent, but you neglect to notice what she wrote was actually how she felt. I dont think you can be so blase when in Ariel for example she compares her father to a concentration camp commandant, simply because he died when she was young. Its ok to sometimes be left thinking "ok, you're so depressed, so what, do something about it" but its not that simple. You cant criticise someones feelings. As for Ted Hughes, he fucked her up bad by cheating on her. I remember reading his childrens stories when I was young, theres some really nice stuff there, and id like to read some more of his adult orientated work. PS I should really post my Advanced Higher English dissertation on here!