21 January, 2009

metaphors by sylvia plath

i'm a riddle in nine syllables
an elephant, a ponderous house,
a melon strolling on two tendrils.
o red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
this loaf's big with its yeasty riding.
money's new-minted in this fat purse.
i'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
i've eaten a bag of green apples,
boarded the train there's no getting off. 

8 comments:

  1. I know the answer... I don't know if I should say it though!

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  2. i hope you don't feel exactly the same way that plath felt about her unexpected news. i hope it's just a metaphor for you as well.

    but if you do, hope you feel better/more peaceful soon.

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  4. plath was completely ENCHANTED by the news, she'd had a really hard time getting pregnant - lots of her poems are about how badly she wanted to be one, and when she found out, she wrote this to express all of the different ways she could describe how magical it is.

    i feel exactly how she feels, and i'm very peaceful about it.

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  5. sorry, we must have had different english lit professors.

    glad you are enchanted. it is enchanting news. i was just unsure what you were trying to say.

    loves.

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  6. I still don't get it. (P.S.--If your wondering who I am...ask Caci. Me and her go WAY back!)

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