BY SYLVIA 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.
Notes on "Morning Song" by Sylvia Plath
Morning song is one of the several poems Sylvia Plath wrote concerning pregnancy, birth and maternal feelings. This poem is part of confessional poetry. It has been written in the 1950’s , the poem is presented in the mood of verses, which shows reflects the poet’s own personal life and experience.
SOURCE: Literature hoarders (2020), posted on YouTube, [5:45 mins.] URL: https://youtu.be/DQWGCaKmmSU
"The Morning Song" by Sylvia Plath : Summary and Critical Analysis
In the first stanza of the poem MorningSong by SylviaPlath, the mother and the narrator narrates the birth of the child.
SOURCE: Literature Study (2019), posted on YouTube, [4:18 mins.] URL: https://youtu.be/WAunGSxe5J8