Zusammenfassung der Ressource
Sylvia Plath
- Morning Song
- Plath has many doubts and
worries about being a mother
- "your nakedness /
Shadows our safety"
- Throughout the poem she gains confidence and
developes motherly insitincts (natural)
- Poem follows the mother's journey from her initial
disorientation to her joyful acceptance of her baby girl.
- "moth breath/
Flickers among the
flat pink roses"
- It is a celebration of her birth at the end.
Uplifting + positive.
- "The clear vowels rise like balloons"
- She feels detatched from her baby (cloud + puddle)
- In creating the puddle the cloud destroys itself. The
destruction is reflected in the pool of water. Plath is
concerned that her daughter's life will reflect her own life.
- "than the cloud that distils a mirror"
- 'Morning' is the beginning of something.
'Song' is a cheerful and celebratory thing.
- "love set you going like
a fat gold watch"
- Mirror
- Plath personifies the mirror.
- "She rewards me with tears"
- "The eye of a little god"
- It is a very personal poem. Plath is
the woman looking into the mirror.
- "I am silver and exact"
- Plath views aging as a terrible thing. We
can see her struggle with her indentity.
- "like a terrible fish"
- The mirror is percieved as powerful,
monsterous, arogant but faithful to the poet.
The mirror does not lie to her.
- "Whatever I see I swallow immediately"
- "no preconceptions"
- "drowned"
- Plath shows possible trust issues with her
family and friends. It is as if the mirror is the
only person she can trust (which is herself).
- "liars, the candles or the moon"
- The Arrival of the Bee Box
- Plath explores order, power, control, confinement and
freedom in this deeply personal poem. Use of 'I'.
- "The box is only temporary"
- "In my moon suit and funeral veil"
- She is the owner of the bees, she has control over
their lives. Her father had been a bee expert.
- "I am the owner"
- Nightmare world, disturbing and unusual sense of entrapment.
- "the coffin of a midget
or a square baby"
- Uses Romans to describe the bees. They
speak Latin and she could be 'Ceasar'.
- "I lay my ear to furious Latin"
- "I am not a Ceasar."
- Is she afraid of responsibility?
Or is it her motherly instinct?
- Child
- Black Rook in Rainy Weather
- "To set the sight on fire / In my eye"
- "Out of kitchen table or chair"
- A brief respite from fear / Of total neutrality"
- "Trekking stubborn through this season / Of fatigue"
- "The long wait for the angel / For that rare, random decent"