What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.
Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls
Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.
Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ----
The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence
How you jump ----
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.
✦
From the bookThe Collected PoemsFirst US edition, Harper & Row, 1981, in its dust jacket
Analysis
Cut: analysis
Introduction
"Cut" is a short-lined poem about a kitchen accident. The speaker slices a thumb instead of an onion and then watches the wound. The poem never simply cries out in pain.
Instead it heaps image on image onto the injured thumb. The thumb becomes a pilgrim, a scalped settler, a saboteur, a kamikaze pilot and a "Dirty girl". The blood becomes a carpet and an army of "Redcoats".
The tone mixes shock, dark comedy and odd detachment. Under the jokes lie signs of illness and numbness, as in "I am ill". The poem is about pain, and about how a mind turns pain into spectacle.
Summary
The poem opens with a one-line dedication to Susan O'Neill Roe. It stands alone as the first stanza. The poem says nothing more about the person named.
The speaker exclaims "What a thrill" at cutting a thumb instead of an onion. The top of the thumb is almost gone. Only "a sort of hinge" still holds it on.
The hinge is made of skin. The loose flap sits on the thumb like a hat and is "Dead white." Then the red flesh beneath shows, described as "red plush."
The speaker now addresses the thumb as "Little pilgrim". The thumb has been scalped, as if by an axe. Its hanging skin is compared to a turkey's wattle. The blood begins to roll out like a carpet.
The carpet comes "Straight from the heart." The speaker steps on it while holding a bottle of pink fizz. The speaker calls the moment a celebration. From the gap in the thumb a million soldiers run. Every one of them is a Redcoat.
The speaker asks whose side these soldiers are on. The thumb is addressed as a homunculus. The speaker says "I am ill" and has taken a pill against a feeling.
That feeling is thin and papery. The speaker then calls the thumb "Saboteur" and "Kamikaze man". The stanza breaks off at a dash.
The thumb is now bandaged. The stain on the gauze darkens and tarnishes. The gauze is likened to a Ku Klux Klan hood and to a babushka. The long sentence moves toward the moment when the heart's pulp meets its "Mill of silence".
The last stanza completes that sentence with "How you jump". The thumb flinches at that moment. The speaker names it three more times. It is a "Trepanned veteran", a "Dirty girl" and finally a "Thumb stump".
Themes and meaning
Pain and detachment. The poem records a painful injury with almost no word of pain. The speaker looks at the thumb like an observer, noting the "hinge" of skin and the "Dead white" flap. Colour and texture replace feeling. This distance can be read as shock, as numbness, or as a refusal to feel.
Violence and history. The wound is described through scenes of conflict: a scalped pilgrim, "Redcoats", a "Saboteur", a "Kamikaze man" and a Klan hood. These images come from wars and terror far larger than a cut thumb. The question "Whose side are they on?" suggests the body is at war with itself. The blood that runs out is both the army and the casualty.
Celebration turned inside out. The speaker greets the cut with "What a thrill". The flowing blood is a carpet rolled out as for a guest. The speaker holds "pink fizz" and declares "A celebration, this is." These festive images are ironic. They can also be read as a real, troubling excitement at feeling anything at all.
Illness and numbness. The sixth stanza changes register with "I am ill". The speaker has taken a pill to kill a "Papery feeling". The poem does not say what the illness is. Read this way, the cut breaks through a flat, papery state, and the "Mill of silence" keeps something muffled at the centre.
Naming and identity. The thumb receives more than a dozen names. They shift between victim and aggressor, male and female. It is a "Little pilgrim" and a "Kamikaze man", then a "Dirty girl". The final name, "Thumb stump", is the plainest and bleakest.
Tone
The poem opens in a bright, exclamatory voice. "What a thrill" sounds flippant, even gleeful. Readers often hear sarcasm in it and in "A celebration, this is."
The middle stanzas are clinical and playful at once. Precise colour words sit beside cartoon images of pilgrims and soldiers. The inverted word order of line 17 adds a mock-formal note.
The tone darkens at line 23 with "I am ill". The address to the thumb turns from teasing to accusing, with "Saboteur" and "Kamikaze man". The Klan image brings menace into the bandage.
The ending is terse and fragmented. The final names are mock-affectionate and contemptuous together. "Dirty girl" scolds, and "Thumb stump" simply states the damage.
Form and structure
The poem has 40 lines in 9 stanzas. The first stanza is a single line, the dedication. Most of the others have 4 lines. Stanza five has 7 lines and stanza eight has 8.
The lines are very short, from 2 to 10 syllables. The longest is line 17, with its irony about celebration. There is no regular metre. This is free verse built from clipped phrases and fragments.
There is no fixed rhyme scheme, but sounds return. Thrill, ill and kill echo each other. Run and one close stanza five. Wattle and bottle, skin and thin, man and Klan, and jump and stump also chime. Enjambment is constant, and dashes break off line 2, line 28 and line 37.
Poetic devices
Irony line 2
What a thrill An injury is greeted as excitement. The gap between the words and the event sets the poem's unsettling tone.
Simile line 7
A flap like a hat The severed skin is made into an everyday object. The comparison is almost comic and keeps pain at a distance.
Imagery (colour) line 9
Then that red plush. After the dead-white flap, the red flesh appears as soft fabric. The contrast of colour and texture replaces any statement of pain.
Apostrophe line 10
Little pilgrim The speaker speaks directly to the thumb. This begins the chain of names that treats the thumb as a separate being.
Metaphor line 13
Carpet rolls The flowing blood becomes a carpet rolled out, as for a ceremony. It links the wound to the poem's festive images.
Inversion line 17
A celebration, this is. The reversed word order sounds stagey and mock-formal. It sharpens the irony of calling a wound a celebration.
Metaphor line 20
Redcoats, every one. Drops of blood become red-uniformed soldiers pouring out. The image turns the body into a battlefield.
Internal rhyme line 24
I have taken a pill to kill The chime of pill and kill, echoing the word ill in line 23, ties medicine to killing. The jingle is at odds with the grim statement.
Metaphor line 30
Gauze Ku Klux Klan The white bandage becomes a hood of racial terror. The comparison brings menace and shame into the act of dressing the wound.
Polysyndeton line 32
Darkens and tarnishes and when The repeated 'and' draws the sentence on as the stain spreads. The line ends in suspense, delaying the heart's arrival.
Enjambment line 36
Mill of silence The long sentence runs across the stanza break into the next line. The break enacts the pause before the thumb flinches.
Assonance line 40
Thumb stump. The repeated short 'u' makes a blunt, thudding close. It rhymes with jump and reduces the thumb to its damage.
Words worth knowing
wattle
The loose fold of red skin hanging from a turkey's throat. Here it is the dangling flap of the cut thumb.
Redcoats
British soldiers in colonial and revolutionary America, named for their red uniforms. Here they are the drops of blood.
Homunculus
A tiny, fully formed human being, a notion from old science and alchemy. The speaker treats the thumb as a little person.
Kamikaze
A Japanese pilot of the Second World War who crashed his plane on purpose. It casts the thumb as a self-destroying attacker.
Babushka
Russian for 'grandmother', and in English a headscarf tied under the chin. Here it is the bandage wrapped around the thumb.
Trepanned
Having had a hole cut in the skull, an old surgical practice. It fits the thumb's sliced-off top.
What readers have said
NHS hears the poem as sarcastic, so that "What a thrill" and "A celebration, this is" become funny. NHS argues it is not one extended metaphor but many metaphors for the thumb. NHS, 2005
Jennifer says the real subject is not the cut but the speaker's attitude. She reads a wide-eyed, exhausted indifference that savours the bleeding as a thrill. Jennifer, 2006
Paige Gregory and Chelsea Garcia think the poem is about suicide, though their class read it as a cut thumb. They take "What a thrill" as the relief of self-harm and the hinge as one last thing held onto. Paige gregory and Chelsea Garcia, 2005
Paige Gregory reads it as a common kitchen accident. She sees the bandaged thumb compared to a peasant woman's headdress and to a member of a secret society. Paige Gregory, 2005
Hari R hears the sarcasm but values the precision. The soldiers image makes the speaker seem inside the wound, dissecting each stage of the bleeding. Hari R, 2005
Jamie Mcginal praises the form and the mostly one-syllable words. The poem feels to this reader like a puzzle in which every word has one right place. jamie mcginal, 2005
wow, its... amazing. plus i actually understand this one. in parts on it she sounds almost sarcastic, catty. i like this one.
jamie mcginalAustria
first of all, i might start be saying, Catty, if you are reading, you make me laugh! second of all, cut formate and carefully chosen words (ie, mostly monosyllable words) is perfectly put to gather, its almost as if it has been a puzzle, and there's be a right way to place every word. she could not have made this better if she had tried.
NHSUnited States
Wow, this poem is great. Great use of diction as mentioned and yes, very sarcastic. If you read this poem the way it is, with a sarcastic sound, then the "What a thrill" and "A celebration, this is" will make you laugh. This poem is not an extended metaphor, but rather, many metaphors for a single thing...the thumb. It also has a nice use of apostrophe--not once in the poem did she really say "OMFG I cut my thumb *sob*" but somehow, we just know it.
if the poem is read plainly there ofcourse is an obvious sarcasm yet she portrays so perfectly what is occuring as she cuts herself "A million soldiers run,Redcoats, every one." she expresses her thought so idealistically to perfection it is as though she is inside the wound and she is disecting the stages and explaining it with pin point accuracy of what is occuring at each given stage, a beautiful poem written by an outstanding poet unfortunately living in an unsuitable time period.
this poem was out standing the metaphors and meanings of this peom were, to me clever and amusing in my class we are doing a "hunt" to find out the meaning of the poem and the title i am a great analizer and could understand it easly the poem is a normal house hold issue by risk the risk is cutting something else u have a risk of missing or mistakenly cutting youself in the poem it reads" little pilgrim the indians…
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this poem was out standing the metaphors and meanings of this peom were, to me clever and amusing in my class we are doing a "hunt" to find out the meaning of the poem and the title i am a great analizer and could understand it easly the poem is a normal house hold issue by risk the risk is cutting something else u have a risk of missing or mistakenly cutting youself in the poem it reads" little pilgrim the indians axed off your scalp" meaning the finger is the lil. pilgrim and the indian is the knife cutting the scalp/tip of your finger. also read" many soliders run , redcoats everyone" thats meaning the soliders as in blood and redcoats is also the blood running down her or a persons skin. redcoats (coats) a overwear and blood is black or another color in the body but red wheen on surface of body "right from the heart i step on it" the blood come right after the heart form the pumping of the heart and step on it meaning with your free fingers or hand. when in the poem they said flap like a hat is a metaphor for a bit of skin left and covering new skin under blood. and "the thin papery feeling... sabotur,kamakazie man" the thin paper feeling is the left over skin from the blood not circulating anymore so it turns dead white and kamakazie man is a person who risks themself or others so the risk of killing something u risk hurting or killing yourself so risk= killing onion and might hurt self= cut on thumb. so i really encourage you to read this a figure it out just like me... this poem was an adventure and amazement to me and my fellow classmate and we really enjoyed it... hope you do too! _lauryn_
WOW! This poem was absolutely AMAZING!! The choice of metaphors was soooo outstanding i could hardly wait to find the hidden meaning in the poem! I told all my friends about this poem! they were flabergasted!!! I can't believe that a writer could think of a metaphor like that! "CLUTCHING MY BOTTLE OF PINK FIZZ A CELEBRATION THIS IS!" CELEBRAE GOOD TIMES COME ON! YOU GO GIRL! BREAK IT DOWN! OH YA! WAHOO!
This was an amazing piece of work! it made me jump with excitement when i finsished this masterpiece! i was trying to find that true meaning and i found it! this poem has made me think of all that safety i need to think about when i cook! YAY WRITING! this has made me fell like i can write without caring who sees! i also love this girl named Jessica Koren! she is soo HOTT! she reminded me of the quote "red coats everyone" because she is soo hott!! wow im going to marry her someday and we are going to have 14 wonderful babys! well i best be going farwell! : ]
Trevor MendelsonBangladesh
Sylvia Plath is possibly the best poet ever invented. I like her and I like her poems. Doughnuts
Amanda KorenUnited States
I think this poem was a delight it made me want to jump with thrill and emotion!!! It made me squirm when it said the soilders were MARCHING out instead of saying the blood was rushing out. and if you dont like this poem I WILL FIGHT YOU
Paige GregoryUnited States
The stain on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes Sylvia Path’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut” is about a common calamity that occurs in the kitchen of many homes--the narrator has accidentally cut her “thumb instead of an onion” while severing vegetables. The stanza above shows the narrator’s unappetizing finger being compared to a headdress of a peasant woman and to an evil member of a secret society.…
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The stain on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes
Sylvia Path’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut” is about a common calamity that occurs in the kitchen of many homes--the narrator has accidentally cut her “thumb instead of an onion” while severing vegetables. The stanza above shows the narrator’s unappetizing finger being compared to a headdress of a peasant woman and to an evil member of a secret society. To control the rapid bleeding she wraps her raw thumb in gauze, resembling the white hood of a “Ku Klux Klan{sman},” or even the “babushka” of a wizened peasant woman. As she looks at her thumb, a fire of unappealing blood slowly feeds the gauze as it starts to “darken and tarnish” the once white material. So keep your eye on the blade while murdering the vegetables or you might just murder your thumb!
My analysis of the stanze ;; "the stain on your gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and Tarnishes" In Sylvia Plath’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut,” the narrator unintentionally slices her “thumb instead of an onion” in a common kitchen calamity. The stanza above shows the comparisons she makes between her unappetizing finger and the headdress of an aged dame or even a member in a racist secret society. She begins by…
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My analysis of the stanze ;; "the stain on your gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and Tarnishes"
In Sylvia Plath’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut,” the narrator unintentionally slices her “thumb instead of an onion” in a common kitchen calamity. The stanza above shows the comparisons she makes between her unappetizing finger and the headdress of an aged dame or even a member in a racist secret society. She begins by dressing her raw thumb in gauze to control the rapid bleeding and then recognizes that her grieving digit resembles the sinister white hood of a “Ku Klux Klan” member as well as the tattered “babushka” of a wizened peasant woman. As she beholds her dressed up thumb she acknowledges that the crimson blood is slowly seeping into the thin material which then starts to “darken and tarnish” the once white gauze. A rule of thumb--keep your eye on the blade while dicing the vegetables or it could turn into a culinary catastrophe. =]
i think this poem is about suicide! Although my class has been analyzing this as cutting you thumb inistead of an onion.
"What a thrill"- she likes to cut her self takes away other pain in life. "top quite gone"-the high points in life are gone. "except for a ssort of hinge"- about to kill herself just one thing shes holding onto. "dead""white"- losing everythihng "little pilgrim"- she feels small, unloved, not wanted "carpet rolls"- rapping up your life, dieing. "i step on it"- beating herself up over nothing "straight from the heart"- feelings are true.
I think this poem is a great representation of metapors. I am also extreamly sad that she has killed herself
some random kidAndorra
What an amazing poem. SUPERBBBBB. it was absolutely splendid. WELL DONE SYLVIA YOU SUCCEDED ONCE AGAIN!!
michelleUnited States
this poem is very good and very well writen! this poem as many differnt metiphorical meanings and it makes you think. this poet is a very good writer and knows how to make a connon incident into a mysterious wonder.
chikobanNew Zealand
go sylvia its your birthday
PoeUnited States
wonderful, albeit graphic imagery...
sorchaUnited Kingdom
The imagery is graphic yet neccessary - if that makes any sense. Sylvia Plath is a fantastic poet.
JenniferFrance
I think the real issue in the poem is not the fact that she accidently cut her thumb, which doesn't actually make for that much of an interesting poem, but her attitude. The pain of her wide eyed, exhausted indifference. "What a thrill - my thumb instead of an onion". She looks on apathetic as she bleeds, numb and detached from the situation, and somehow savouring it as a 'thrill', an excitement. Her emotions are so real and aching, it makes the writing all the more beautiful.
me personally i love this peom.. but what fascinates me and really confusing me at the same time *if thats possible* is how she can make us readers pick all these images out of her writing over just cutting her thumb while making the dinner? im sure we have all cut ourselves at one time *if not then get out of your bubble* but it takes a true gifted person to turn it into something so horrible like the Klu Klux Klan.. 3 cheers for her mind!:)
NikolaUnited States
I love how she turns a simple cut, something that everyone has done at one at one point or another, and turned it into a metaphor of her life. She looks at her thumb so apathetically, as though it's just something else she expected, another blow. If Prozac is stopping people from writing more poetry like this, then I say we outlaw it. Sylvia Plath turned her depression into art, something everyone could learn from.
katieMexico
I love how she turns a simple cut, something that everyone has done at one at one point or another, and turned it into a metaphor of her life.i like this poem that she wrote.
sarthakIndia
Guys , seriously , she doesn't deserve the fame she has. All you plath nerds, get a life guys. Study maths, physics , business , stuff that will help you. If you continue reading crap like this , you will end up with the same fate that plath did. You will become suicidal and will start seeing death everywhere. Trust me , she's not worth it. Just wish that she was alive so that i could kill her again. Adios
dude what the hell kinda name is sarthak...so first off your probably really ugly so boo you and second how do you know what she went through in her life seriously just back off and get a life!!
sarthakIndia
lol , so u r tryin to be racist now ? Anyway , i bet i look way better than u cud dream of.
U suk btw adios
reallyyyUnited States
how on earth was she trying to be racist? was there any sort of racial comment made at all whatsoever? just wondering
Altair Laahad
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For Sylvia Plath : O, Sylvia Thy thrill is throb in broken hearts Lit in a thumb, thin thunder of arts The onion spared for well of the tears And the hanging thumb heavy as years As universe swinging pendulum Hang in despair of the silken skin Red plush well off and submerge the earth The hat is haven, Noah’s arc in a mirth Safe of the lynching rope and the clan And sword and dagger of Arabian assassin O, Sylvia, I am now sailing Adrift along the red ocean The waves, my lullaby, As I and you reach the sky Thy breath is calling mine Smoothest wind, soft and fine And there I’m drifting to the tomb Asylum in the bleeding thumb. Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
vibrant
wow, its... amazing. plus i actually understand this one. in parts on it she sounds almost sarcastic, catty. i like this one.
first of all, i might start be saying,
Catty, if you are reading, you make me laugh!
second of all, cut formate and carefully chosen words (ie, mostly monosyllable words) is perfectly put to gather, its almost as if it has been a puzzle, and there's be a right way to place every word. she could not have made this better if she had tried.
Wow, this poem is great. Great use of diction as mentioned and yes, very sarcastic. If you read this poem the way it is, with a sarcastic sound, then the "What a thrill" and "A celebration, this is" will make you laugh. This poem is not an extended metaphor, but rather, many metaphors for a single thing...the thumb. It also has a nice use of apostrophe--not once in the poem did she really say "OMFG I cut my thumb *sob*" but somehow, we just know it.
if the poem is read plainly there ofcourse is an obvious sarcasm yet she portrays so perfectly what is occuring as she cuts herself "A million soldiers run,Redcoats, every one." she expresses her thought so idealistically to perfection it is as though she is inside the wound and she is disecting the stages and explaining it with pin point accuracy of what is occuring at each given stage, a beautiful poem written by an outstanding poet unfortunately living in an unsuitable time period.
this is the most gourgus poemi have ever read
this poem was out standing the metaphors and meanings of this peom were, to me clever and amusing in my class we are doing a "hunt" to find out the meaning of the poem and the title i am a great analizer and could understand it easly the poem is a normal house hold issue by risk the risk is cutting something else u have a risk of missing or mistakenly cutting youself in the poem it reads" little pilgrim the indians…
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the metaphors and meanings of this peom were, to me clever and amusing
in my class we are doing a "hunt" to find out the meaning of the poem and the title
i am a great analizer and could understand it easly
the poem is a normal house hold issue by risk
the risk is cutting something else u have a risk of missing or mistakenly cutting youself
in the poem it reads" little pilgrim the indians axed off your scalp"
meaning the finger is the lil. pilgrim and the indian is the knife cutting the scalp/tip of your finger.
also read" many soliders run , redcoats everyone"
thats meaning the soliders as in blood and redcoats is also the blood running down her or a persons skin. redcoats (coats) a overwear and blood is black or another color in the body but red wheen on surface of body
"right from the heart i step on it"
the blood come right after the heart form the pumping of the heart and step on it meaning with your free fingers or hand. when in the poem they said flap like a hat is a metaphor for a bit of skin left and covering new skin under blood. and "the thin papery feeling... sabotur,kamakazie man" the thin paper feeling is the left over skin from the blood not circulating anymore so it turns dead white and kamakazie man is a person who risks themself or others so the risk of killing something u risk hurting or killing yourself so risk= killing onion and might hurt self= cut on thumb.
so i really encourage you to read this a figure it out just like me...
this poem was an adventure and amazement to me and my fellow classmate and we really enjoyed it... hope you do too!
_lauryn_
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WOW! This poem was absolutely AMAZING!! The choice of metaphors was soooo outstanding i could hardly wait to find the hidden meaning in the poem! I told all my friends about this poem! they were flabergasted!!! I can't believe that a writer could think of a metaphor like that! "CLUTCHING MY BOTTLE OF PINK FIZZ A CELEBRATION THIS IS!" CELEBRAE GOOD TIMES COME ON! YOU GO GIRL! BREAK IT DOWN! OH YA! WAHOO!
This was an amazing piece of work! it made me jump with excitement when i finsished this masterpiece! i was trying to find that true meaning and i found it! this poem has made me think of all that safety i need to think about when i cook! YAY WRITING! this has made me fell like i can write without caring who sees! i also love this girl named Jessica Koren! she is soo HOTT! she reminded me of the quote "red coats everyone" because she is soo hott!! wow im going to marry her someday and we are going to have 14 wonderful babys! well i best be going farwell! : ]
Sylvia Plath is possibly the best poet ever invented. I like her and I like her poems. Doughnuts
I think this poem was a delight it made me want to jump with thrill and emotion!!! It made me squirm when it said the soilders were MARCHING out instead of saying the blood was rushing out. and if you dont like this poem I WILL FIGHT YOU
The stain on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes Sylvia Path’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut” is about a common calamity that occurs in the kitchen of many homes--the narrator has accidentally cut her “thumb instead of an onion” while severing vegetables. The stanza above shows the narrator’s unappetizing finger being compared to a headdress of a peasant woman and to an evil member of a secret society.…
Read the whole commentThe stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes
Sylvia Path’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut” is about a common calamity that occurs in the kitchen of many homes--the narrator has accidentally cut her “thumb instead of an onion” while severing vegetables. The stanza above shows the narrator’s unappetizing finger being compared to a headdress of a peasant woman and to an evil member of a secret society. To control the rapid bleeding she wraps her raw thumb in gauze, resembling the white hood of a “Ku Klux Klan{sman},” or even the “babushka” of a wizened peasant woman. As she looks at her thumb, a fire of unappealing blood slowly feeds the gauze as it starts to “darken and tarnish” the once white material. So keep your eye on the blade while murdering the vegetables or you might just murder your thumb!
My analysis of the stanze ;; "the stain on your gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and Tarnishes" In Sylvia Plath’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut,” the narrator unintentionally slices her “thumb instead of an onion” in a common kitchen calamity. The stanza above shows the comparisons she makes between her unappetizing finger and the headdress of an aged dame or even a member in a racist secret society. She begins by…
Read the whole commentMy analysis of the stanze ;; "the stain on your gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and Tarnishes"
In Sylvia Plath’s bloodcurdling poem “Cut,” the narrator unintentionally slices her “thumb instead of an onion” in a common kitchen calamity. The stanza above shows the comparisons she makes between her unappetizing finger and the headdress of an aged dame or even a member in a racist secret society. She begins by dressing her raw thumb in gauze to control the rapid bleeding and then recognizes that her grieving digit resembles the sinister white hood of a “Ku Klux Klan” member as well as the tattered “babushka” of a wizened peasant woman. As she beholds her dressed up thumb she acknowledges that the crimson blood is slowly seeping into the thin material which then starts to “darken and tarnish” the once white gauze. A rule of thumb--keep your eye on the blade while dicing the vegetables or it could turn into a culinary catastrophe. =]
This is really weird cuz i just..........
i think this poem is about suicide! Although my class has been analyzing this as cutting you thumb inistead of an onion.
"What a thrill"- she likes to cut her self takes away other pain in life.
"top quite gone"-the high points in life are gone.
"except for a ssort of hinge"- about to kill herself just one thing shes holding onto.
"dead""white"- losing everythihng
"little pilgrim"- she feels small, unloved, not wanted
"carpet rolls"- rapping up your life, dieing.
"i step on it"- beating herself up over nothing
"straight from the heart"- feelings are true.
nice metaphors
I think this poem is a great representation of metapors. I am also extreamly sad that she has killed herself
What an amazing poem. SUPERBBBBB. it was absolutely splendid. WELL DONE SYLVIA YOU SUCCEDED ONCE AGAIN!!
this poem is very good and very well writen! this poem as many differnt metiphorical meanings and it makes you think. this poet is a very good writer and knows how to make a connon incident into a mysterious wonder.
go sylvia its your birthday
wonderful, albeit graphic imagery...
The imagery is graphic yet neccessary - if that makes any sense. Sylvia Plath is a fantastic poet.
I think the real issue in the poem is not the fact that she accidently cut her thumb, which doesn't actually make for that much of an interesting poem, but her attitude. The pain of her wide eyed, exhausted indifference. "What a thrill - my thumb instead of an onion". She looks on apathetic as she bleeds, numb and detached from the situation, and somehow savouring it as a 'thrill', an excitement. Her emotions are so real and aching, it makes the writing all the more beautiful.
me personally i love this peom.. but what fascinates me and really confusing me at the same time *if thats possible* is how she can make us readers pick all these images out of her writing over just cutting her thumb while making the dinner? im sure we have all cut ourselves at one time *if not then get out of your bubble* but it takes a true gifted person to turn it into something so horrible like the Klu Klux Klan..
3 cheers for her mind!:)
I love how she turns a simple cut, something that everyone has done at one at one point or another, and turned it into a metaphor of her life. She looks at her thumb so apathetically, as though it's just something else she expected, another blow. If Prozac is stopping people from writing more poetry like this, then I say we outlaw it. Sylvia Plath turned her depression into art, something everyone could learn from.
I love how she turns a simple cut, something that everyone has done at one
at one point or another, and turned it into a metaphor of her life.i like this poem that she wrote.
Guys , seriously , she doesn't deserve the fame she has. All you plath nerds, get a life guys. Study maths, physics , business , stuff that will help you. If you continue reading crap like this , you will end up with the same fate that plath did. You will become suicidal and will start seeing death everywhere. Trust me , she's not worth it.
Just wish that she was alive so that i could kill her again.
Adios
okay
dude what the hell kinda name is sarthak...so first off your probably really ugly so boo you and second how do you know what she went through in her life seriously just back off and get a life!!
lol , so u r tryin to be racist now ? Anyway , i bet i look way better than u cud dream of.
U suk btw
adios
how on earth was she trying to be racist? was there any sort of racial comment made at all whatsoever? just wondering
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For Sylvia Plath :
O, Sylvia
Thy thrill is throb in broken hearts
Lit in a thumb, thin thunder of arts
The onion spared for well of the tears
And the hanging thumb heavy as years
As universe swinging pendulum
Hang in despair of the silken skin
Red plush well off and submerge the earth
The hat is haven, Noah’s arc in a mirth
Safe of the lynching rope and the clan
And sword and dagger of Arabian assassin
O, Sylvia, I am now sailing
Adrift along the red ocean
The waves, my lullaby,
As I and you reach the sky
Thy breath is calling mine
Smoothest wind, soft and fine
And there I’m drifting to the tomb
Asylum in the bleeding thumb.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)
shut up/literally no one is asking you