Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing. Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings. Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed so effortlessly! Tasting the winds, that are footless, Waist-deep in history. Full of wings, otherworldliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves and sweetness Who are these pietas? The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

Analysis In Slyvia Plaths poem ´Winter Treesµ there is no allusion. The tone in this poem is bitter and gloomy. ´Tasting the wind, that are footless, waist-deep in historyµ is an example of figurative language. The theme of this poem is betrayal and cluelessness. My interpretation of ´Winter Treesµ is Plath is talking about women and how oblivious they can be in life.

Plath, Sylvia. "Shadow Poetry -- Resources -- Famous Poets -- Sylvia Plath." Shadow Poetry -- A World of Poetry at Your Fingertips. Shadow Web. 14 Feb. 2012. <>.

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