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Comment 9 of 49, added on February 4th, 2008 at 12:44 PM.
we did this poem in my english class and i think it is just lovely
Megan from United Kingdom
Comment 8 of 49, added on December 29th, 2007 at 6:03 AM.
intresting poem ahich have wonderful meaning
sara yasser zaghloul
Comment 7 of 49, added on April 16th, 2007 at 1:02 PM.
This isn't about giving birth; it's about being pregnant. The high-rising
loaf is the way her stomach looks and the Mexian Jumping bean is how the
baby feels inside her. It's a wonderful poem; I have to say. One of the
few Plath poems I have read that I actually enjoyed.
Comment 6 of 49, added on March 8th, 2006 at 1:40 PM.
this is a very good poem i apreciate its art
erica from United States
Comment 5 of 49, added on January 17th, 2006 at 3:15 AM.
awesome poem about her giving birth it uses such words that makes you think
about the actual birth
Lauren from United Kingdom
Comment 4 of 49, added on September 20th, 2005 at 9:51 PM.
Plath is celebrating the birth of a child. she was used to giving birth to
stillborn children (read poem "stillborn") she wrote the first verse b4 the
child was born, you can tell because it says 'Gilled like a fish' which is
telling you that the baby is still in her stomach. also is says that the
child is 'Wrapped up in yourself like a spool' which is her description of
the child all curled up inside of her. the baby is 'mute' inside of her,
'trawls' in her darkness, and has her feet to the stars. it is quite
obvious the baby is still in her womb. the second verse is also written wen
the child was inside of her, it proves it by "Bent-backed Atlas" there are
so many different meanings to this poem, and i dont have time to finish it.
Comment 3 of 49, added on September 11th, 2005 at 8:59 AM.
sometimes when i am thinking by myself,it's the best poem that i can ...
Comment 2 of 49, added on January 30th, 2005 at 6:17 AM.
There is a grace in the image of new birth and pregnancy that 'You're'
creates; 'A creel of eels, all ripples' is something I'm sure mothers can
relate to and the simple hope of the last line: 'A clean slate, with your
own face on.' to me at least is evocative of the of the peace, however
brief, that Sylvia Plath did find in being a mother (A new chance to start
Comment 1 of 49, added on January 28th, 2005 at 2:35 AM.
Unintelligible like yesterday's message drawn on the beach.
Overrated - the finishing blind mare on a darkened track. Last poobug
topping an abandoned turd.
The 40th candle on a stranger's 41st cake.
Jabberwocky-wanna-seem. Ununderstood, interpreted nearly well with an
upside down book.
from United States
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