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sylvia wrote this during her most creative period, where she would infact write about very ordinary things, such as a bruise or a cut. chances are, she had an accident while chopping vegetables and magnificently turned it into a masterpeice.

This poem is great. At times is almost like she meant to, but then she quickly changes her mind, and decides it was an accident. The imagery is awesome, you can almost see the blood.

This poem is great. At times is almost like she meant to, but then she quickly changes her mind, and decides it was an accident. The imagery is awesome, you can almost see the blood.

Sylvia Plath is amazing. Her poetry extends metaphor from a depth of unconscious realms, but what's more, the imagery that she evokes, and how she uses combustion and compression, and rhyme and slant rhyme so--inconsistently, presses this poem into a new form a delicate, well structured form of art. Her line breaks as well allow the sound play to be perpetrated wholly by the reader, and allows the rest of the literary elements to flow with the poem.

Reading it again after looking at the informative comments people have left, I wonder if the very last section is more literal the merly the imagry it inspires. "Trepanned veteran" If it wasn't an accidental wound, there's still an eerie pleasure she seems to make obvious. But in referance to the medical procedure, it's as if the bleeding realeases pressure, perhaps the same way her words do.

I have to say that this is a quite good poem, however there are many others that I recommend reading. Mad girls love song is a great one. Her husband Ted Hughes also did some wonderful writing. I can really relate to his poem entitled "September".

trepanned refers to, when if someone was ill, they would drill a hole in a persons head to release evil spirits.

The poem is rather graphic in a strange, bloody way. I was like: ouch! when I read it. It's funny how she never mentions blood, the poem seems to depict a world of madness where being cut is fun and the thumb is transfigured into an onion as if the flesh were edible. The imagery of soldiers (redcoats), Red Indians and all the rest could indicate an internal struggle. However, I'm not entirely certain to the bits pertaining to the 'heart', 'bottle of pink fizz' and the 'mill'.

Warning: pure conveyance of repulsion; nothing whatsoever to do with the poetry.
I was about to check out the analysis page when I saw this. Would just like to say to all pretentious pseudo-intellectuals: you're 'definately' intelligent to an immense 'deegree'. I take my hat off to you, o pedagogues of future literature.
I especially applaud your spelling skills, Stan which I assume you haven't changed much since you were of a very young age, much like your elegant diction. Impressive overuse of the thesaurus there my friend, but next time try to conceal it better. Presbyterian piety? Bitch please.

Eloquant and ingenious use of humor and sarcasm to reflect the agonizing pain (both physical and mental) the fair lady felt upon slicing her thumb instead of her onion. A vivid description forcing the reader to laugh at a terrible experience. A simple yet magnificent piece of work!!!