This feels very sad. "There's no getting off" sounds so defeatist and forlorn. I suppose that is about right given the little I know of Ms. Plath. I only feel sad for the child maybe.
Agreed–melancholy is precisely the word! Plath had a tragically fraught relationship with her own mother and I think it made her terribly anxious about the prospect of being one herself.
I loved the form of this one as well. And I agree that this poem becomes a bit more poignant knowing of Plath’s biography.
I was happy to see a poem of hers pop up on the Daily Poem, thank you for that!
Sean, your commentary on this one was so good! I'm gonna have to play with this form Plath created here.
It's great, isn't it? So effortlessly clever.
This feels very sad. "There's no getting off" sounds so defeatist and forlorn. I suppose that is about right given the little I know of Ms. Plath. I only feel sad for the child maybe.
It is very lovely in its meloncolic way.
Agreed–melancholy is precisely the word! Plath had a tragically fraught relationship with her own mother and I think it made her terribly anxious about the prospect of being one herself.