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Comment 13 of 33, added on April 24th, 2006 at 9:42 PM.
Sylvia Plath’s 1961 poem ‘Tulips’ is a morose story told by a women on her
hospital bed seeing the world as if she would rather not be a part of it.
She is haunted by the tulips whom she says “eat my oxygen” and she is
“sick of all the baggage” that her life has burdened her with. The tulips
remind her of everything that she has left behind in the world outside of
“white walls” and the sterile hospital environment where she is able to be
“numb” and forget her troubles. She feels an inadequacy and the tulips are
mocking her and bring her senses back to the world that she has
purposefully made herself “utterly empty” of.
Erin from Australia
Comment 12 of 33, added on April 18th, 2006 at 2:17 AM.
This poem is not bad. because its nice of this poem. i can analysis essay
and easy to reads and wrighting. until than its nice of this poem. sylvia
plath is very smart and looking nice women. we are like this sylvia plath.
so you are encourages me and my friends.
Comment 11 of 33, added on February 20th, 2006 at 9:32 PM.
Although Sylvia Plath did have a miscarriage, I've often heard that this
poem is in fact about her appendectomy. Less deep, but I think Plath's
depressive background clouds people's readings of the poems.
Tori from United States
Comment 10 of 33, added on November 18th, 2005 at 6:24 AM.
the woman described in the poem is in the hospital because she has just
suffered from a miscarriage, this of course shows the autobiographic and
thus confessional aspect of Plath's poetry, and this poem in particular!the
photo she has include her husband and her child! the narrator describes how
this woman has escaped from her individuality, her own personal identity.
the colour white represents this nothingness, she now lives in her own
reality, doesn't want to be reminded of the real world because this will
hurt her too much. she's afraid of society's jugdements, the (mental) pain
she has suffered from since she was little. the tulips remind her of daily
life, the real world, reality; the colour red resembles reality, and the
pain that comes with it. the bright red colour disturbs the peacefulness of
the room, of the woman's formal state of mind. it reminds her of what has
happened to her, how she has failed to give birth to her baby and all the
pain she's had to go through during her life. A sad, but beautiful poem!
Comment 9 of 33, added on October 25th, 2005 at 5:24 AM.
I think that this poem is less deep than some people think, but still very
meaningful. To my mind, she is has suffered an accident, perhaps in a
boat, and her husband and child have died. "Their smiles catch at my skin,
little smiling hooks." I think that these recollections are taken from the
time that she goes under the anesthetic, and she is remeniscing about
seeing her "teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books / sink out of sight."
But rather than becoming morbid or depressed about the loss of her husband
and child, (which, by the way, had been successfully born, how else could
their be a photo?) she is recovering, "learning peacefulness, lying by
myself quietly." She does, however, have moments where she is struggling
with the loss. "The peacefulness is so big it dazes." Any thoughts?
Comment 8 of 33, added on October 25th, 2005 at 5:21 AM.
Hi, just a small note. I am studying this poem for a recital tomorrow, and
i noted a spelling error :p
7th stanza, line 5 i think, "I hAve..."
A beatuiful poem, and one that takes on new meaning every time you write it
or hear it or speak it. B
Comment 7 of 33, added on October 12th, 2005 at 7:27 AM.
This poem made me cry... the unrelenting despair tore through me... how
slyvia recognised that every moment of life was suffering... but was lost
for a way out of such a dreaded realisation. Existence is suffering. What
then? Her answer here seems to be nothingness... is existence is suffering,
then nothingnes is the only solution. Such an idea is at the root of much
despair in this world, and must be faced, and overcome.
I cried because I felt such despair, such a helpless wish to be done with
existence. If only she could have seen that there was hope in the face of
Comment 6 of 33, added on September 18th, 2005 at 8:44 AM.
role model? i understand if you like her poetry..its pure genious but i
dont think she should be your role model unless your goal in life is to be
depressed and die
bonnie from Norway
Comment 5 of 33, added on July 14th, 2005 at 12:51 PM.
The tulips are a physical reminder of what she has lost. They "correspond"
to her wound, make her think she is deficient in some way because she lost
her pregnancy. I sense bitterness toward whoever gave them to her
(probably her husband), because their associations and bright, blood-red
color seem inappropriate to her.
anna from United States
Comment 4 of 33, added on April 26th, 2005 at 7:11 PM.
To me, the tulips remind Sylvia of her past before her father passed away.
They burdern her, and she wishes for her hands to be 'empty' because they
remind her of her past. They remind her of her childhood when she did not
suffer from insanity. She longs for to be sane and healthy again.
from United States
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