Morning Song | The Poetry Foundation
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. Effacement at the wind’s hand. Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to …
Morning Song by Sylvia Plath - Poems - Academy of American …
Morning Song - Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
Reading: Morning Song by Sylvia Plath | Kamiel Choi
2018年2月19日 · Here I read ‘Morning song’ and, as usual, give an interpretation that is deliberately not informed, or impaired by too much theoretical study. Morning song Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
Sylvia Plath – Morning Song - Genius
“Morning Song” is Sylvia Plath’s tribute to her newborn daughter, Frieda. Composed early in 1961 when the baby was eight months old, it expresses the ambivalence of new motherhood – the joy,...
Morning Song - poem by Sylvia Plath - PoetryVerse
Morning Song. Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our …
Morning Song by Sylvia Plath - Poem Analysis
‘Morning Song’ by Sylvia Plath is a powerful poem about motherhood. The speaker explores the emotions related to it as well as its implications. Although Sylvia Plath was succeeding poetically, she was still deeply unhappy. She tried to kill herself a number of times throughout the early 60s and in February of 1963, she succeeded.
Morning Song – The Adrian Brinkerhoff Poetry Foundation
"Morning Song" from The Collected Poems, Sylvia Plath. Copyright (c) 1960, 1965, 1971, 1981 by the Estate of Sylvia Plath. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
Reading: Morning Song by Sylvia Plath | Meandering home
2018年2月19日 · The baby’s mouth is clean and the sound of his morning song is clear. Does Plath feel the sterile atmosphere? Or is motherhood precisely her liberation and nursing her child following the call of the far sea?
Morning Song_经典赏析_英文阅读网
Sylvia Plath. Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles， and your bald cry. Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo， magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum， your nakedness. Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother
Morning Song - Sylvia Plath - internal.org
All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars.