What happens when the picture you have doesn't match your beautiful frame? Or better yet, how can you come home, changed, holding the image of home in your head, only to find that you're nothing but a voyeur in the very place you're supposed to belong? Or not even a voyeur--someone in danger. Plath is at the top of her game in this gorgeous lyric poem about the dangers of innocence, the journey we all face, and the treachery of a place we used to call home.