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Morning Song by Sylavia Plath

Morning Song by Sylavia Plath

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Morning Song by Sylavia 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 Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand. 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. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons.

In Plaths poem “morning Song” there is no allusion. The tone in Plaths poem is lyrical. An example of figurative language is “all night your mouthbreath flickers among the flat pink roses.” The them in this poem is handling. My interpretation of Plaths prom is that she is talking about someone singing and how she describes it.

Plath, Sylvia. "Shadow Poetry -- Resources -- Famous Poets -- Sylvia Plath." Shadow Poetry -- A World of Poetry at Your Fingertips. Shadow Poery.com. Web. 14 Feb. 2012. <http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/famous/plath/sylvia.html>.

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