Plath’s stylistic response to Percy Key’s death, as I have said, is to invent an impersonal style. What does a piece of that style “feel like”? Not only has it put aside those piercing “I’s” in favor of objective description, it has also put aside (for the most part) the excitable questions and exclamations that normally attend Plath’s anxiety-ridden “I.” With the courage of shutting up, the tongue of the poem has been quieted.