Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk
Invisible air drifts,
Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish —-
Such queer moons we live with
Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
The heart like wishes or free
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
Shred in his little fist.
oh how lovely this poem. So much depth and so moving. Absolutely splendid! I love the way she describe this balloon. Amazing
The way she describes the balloons as “Oval Soul Animals” and etc.. is really interesting. This seems to be in her usual style of perceiving unordinary details and characteristics in ordinary objects. It is an expression of her fantastic imagination that twists reality into something else. Therefore describing the balloons as creatures that “have been living with us since christmas,” and who “give a shriek and a pop when attacked”
She also describes them as delightful and mysterious and, in her own words, “queer.” They delight the “heart like wishes” in a way and she compares this to how a peacock leaves a bright and colorful feather on the ground. In other words they provoke the imagination and decorate their surroundings etc…
and then this is related in the scene with the child and the balloon, where he is intrigued by the red imaginative world he sees through the balloon and then when it pops he contemplates a “clear world.” This can perhaps show a contrast between the dream-like state of childhood to the harshness of objective reality.
The “red shred in his fist” maybe is either meant to give some morbid imagery to the dead corpse of what she described as empty creatures, or the representation of broken childhood dreams, or something to that affect.
Just some opinions, not laid out as properly as it could have been but I hope it helps some people in interpreting the poem regardless.
An odd quality in this poem is the airy effect given by the use of enjambments and incomplete thoughts in each line. It is as if the poem itself were a balloon. This poem seems to reflect a common theme in Plath’s poetry: the loss of innocence, which is marked by the popping of the balloon in the second to last stanza. Out of curiosity, the baby bites into it and the balloon pops, and all that remains is “A red/ Shred in his little fist”. The use of alliteration and onomatopoeia also enhances the balloon quality of this poem. The fact that a balloon is filled with air makes it seem that such innocence is substance-less and therefor superficial. I believe that this poem represents how temporary childhood is.
I dont understand.. how is balloons about Plath being pregnant with her baby daughter?
Its not just about balloons though is it. Its about Plath being pregnant with her baby daughter
it is rather amaizing!!! how she has managed to write such joy devised from such i simple object. Every time iread this poem i can’t help but laugh a little. Sheer genius!
I can’t believe such a genius poem was written about Balloons! Plath is/was tuly, TRULY a genius.