Poets | Poem of the Day | Top 40 | Search | Comments | Privacy
May 22nd, 2015 - we have 234 poets, 8,025 poems and 288,557 comments.
Analysis and comments on Cut by Sylvia Plath

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 [14] 15 16

Comment 24 of 154, added on February 8th, 2006 at 9:23 AM.

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.

Jennifer from France
Comment 23 of 154, added on January 1st, 2006 at 6:16 PM.

The imagery is graphic yet neccessary - if that makes any sense. Sylvia
Plath is a fantastic poet.

sorcha from United Kingdom
Comment 22 of 154, added on December 29th, 2005 at 3:45 AM.

wonderful, albeit graphic imagery...

Poe from United States
Comment 21 of 154, added on December 19th, 2005 at 6:38 PM.


go sylvia its your birthday

chikoban from New Zealand
Comment 20 of 154, added on December 16th, 2005 at 12:35 PM.

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.

michelle from United States
Comment 19 of 154, added on November 28th, 2005 at 5:17 PM.

i love my boobs

me from United States
Comment 18 of 154, added on November 28th, 2005 at 1:41 PM.

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.


Paige gregory and Chelsea Garcia from United States
Comment 17 of 154, added on November 28th, 2005 at 1:44 PM.

This is really weird cuz i just..........

someone from United States
Comment 16 of 154, added on November 28th, 2005 at 1:39 PM.

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. =]

Chelsea Garcia from United States
Comment 15 of 154, added on November 28th, 2005 at 1:37 PM.

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!


Paige Gregory from United States

This poem has been commented on more than 10 times. Click below to see the other comments.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 [14] 15 16
Share |


Information about Cut

Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Cut
Volume: The Collected Poems
Year: 1962
Added: Feb 20 2003
Viewed: 5519 times
Poem of the Day: Oct 30 2012


Add Comment

Do you have any comments, criticism, paraphrasis or analysis of this poem that you feel would assist other visitors in understanding this poem better? If they are accepted, they will be added to this page of American Poems. Together we can build a wealth of information, but it will take some discipline and determination.

Do not post questions, pleas for homework help or anything of the sort, as these types of comments will be removed. The proper place for questions is the poetry forum.

Please note that after you post a comment, it can take up to an hour before it is visible on the website! Rest assured that your comment is not lost, so don't enter your comment again.

Comment on: Cut
By: Sylvia Plath

Name: (required)
E-mail Address: (required)
Country:
Show E-mail Address:
Yes No
Subject:
Poem Comments:

Poem Info

Plath Info
Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved. Links