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Or the sea, Hushing their peeled sense like Old Mother Morphia.
Analysis :
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This may sound like a poem describing a natural scene, but in fact ‘Waking in Winter’ is about a
nuclear winter. Written in 1960 and infused with Cold War and environmentalist elements,
‘Waking in Winter’ offers a bleak vision of a post-nuclear winter where the sky doesn’t just look
like tin – the whole atmosphere tastes metallic, too. ‘Waking in Winter’ examines the bleakness
Sylvia Plath is a generational talent. And her intriguingly complex, often dark, style of poetry
can leave one stunned - a "What Did I Just Read?" type sentiment. Yet that's what makes her so
memorable. She is raw in her descriptions, and even more raw in her emotions (requiring a
biography read to fully grasp). Walking in the Winter is a symbolic statement, and one that I
believe captures both her profound skill as a poet and purity as a philosopher questioning the
The poem screams death. Words such as "annihilations," "cut throats," "skulls," and "deathly"
scatter across the page. And everything is colored in "metal" and " gray". The ingenuity lies in
Platt's imagery of "you" (us) and "I" (Platt) driving towards a "sea resort" (ie, a place of comfort
and escape) as the setting. The deliberate contrast ridicules the imagined reality of a happy,
peaceful life that we grow up as children believing in. But as we mature and soon discover
society's violent contradictions, that idea is sliced in half. Platt's line break in Line 6 highlights
this point. Whereas I initially thought the word "green" would be followed by "tea", the line
splits and instead, reads "green poison." A haunting, yet genius maneuver.
It would be remiss to exclude that this poem was written with the Cold War (and use of atomic
bombs) as a backdrop - a period of time that shook the world into an existential crisis. If life
could be so fragile, and one decision could take so many, we truly are cogs privy to the
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insecurities of an "assembly-line of cut throats," as Plath proclaims. The "sun" in Line 9 is likely
referencing that notion - further accentuated by "Winter" and "Space! Space!", both tributes to
The scene of the nurses and the "deathly guests," is especially gruesome. Despite the various
justifications for war (eg, nation building, economic competition) that societies purport, Platt
suggests that the people who die for those causes, are just that: dead. The places they've been
("rooms"), people they've known ("smiles"), and lives they've lived ("sea"), are practically
meaningless if they cannot take those experiences with them. War is thus unjustifiable, because
at the end of the day, it takes away the precious thing it ultimately seeks to enhance: life.
Like Waking in the Winter, war is a bundle of human hypocrisy, and Plath delivers the message