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Sunday, October 29, 2006

poem...

i came across this one poem written by Sylvia Plath and it is called Mushrooms. In the poem she was just talking about mushrooms but if it were analysed even further, she was actually talking about the world war 2.

I think she was using the metaphore or imagery mushrooms as us humans becoz of it's known qualities. Mushrooms are adaptive and easy to grow, just like us humans. So why dont u read n try to tell me what u understand by the peom. I cannot find the analysis anywhere.

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.

do u understand it? i know i need the dictionary by my side to understand the rough meaning only...blah..

by Zephyr at 7:09 AM |