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Comment 6 of 26, added on March 9th, 2012 at 1:30 AM.
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Comment 4 of 26, added on April 23rd, 2007 at 10:08 PM.
this room in The Room of My Life represents Annes accually life in its
Each thing she metions is an aspect of her life.
the keys with eyes are the only thing that sees her in life. the lights
poking at her are life itself. the knife and light sockets are her attemps
at suicide. there are lots more, but i am cramped for time. i love this
madie from United States
Comment 3 of 26, added on January 11th, 2007 at 10:32 PM.
This poem reminds me of the short story Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte
Perkins Gilmore wherein the woman believes she sees people in the yellow
wallpaper and supposedly ends up in the wallpaper herself. Sexton seems to
be trying to find her sanity within the objects of her room but only finds
monotony and frustration therein. What she does find is the 48 keys of her
typewriter to tell about her version of her life in a quest to give insight
to herself and to assist others with similar suicidal impulses. The
objects within her state of mind change and thwart and entice her and
compel her to share "by all the words in her hands" via her writing. I
wonder, "Does she help the reader, or does she entice us further toward the
'knife waiting for someone to pick it up'"? Hmmm... I think she senses
this dilemma herself in the poem: "Each day I feed the world out there
although birds explode right and left." She is a puzzle to even herself.
from United States
Comment 2 of 26, added on November 26th, 2005 at 8:51 PM.
after reading this poem, it made me think of my room. how my times are
spent there in contemplation. i can relate this poem to one of my poems i
wrote months ago; titled "left at peace" this is how it goes>>
Four walls, a ceiling,jailed up windows
still i lay down
trying not to frown
I'm getting frustrated
take me out of this hell hole
take me far away where not a day
is like today
help me find color help me find me
show me the way
to find that bright light
take me to that place
where night is so precious
where dreams are not just dreams
where thoughts dont chase you
where contemplating doesnt exist
where only i am left to peace
Nadia from United States
Comment 1 of 26, added on April 22nd, 2005 at 5:32 AM.
Clearly 'the room of my life,' is a reflection of Sexton's mental
stability. She uses her poem to break a silence, as it were, each
inanimate object representing some form of sorrow experienced by the poet.
Has anybody ever considered relating this poem to a dream? A living
experience can easily be condensed into half a page, or a poem in this
case, perhaps you may want to compare it to the theory of Freud's
interpretation of dreams? Simple objects in this poem have been subsidized
into something of epic proportion worth looking into.
Sam from United Kingdom
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