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What is Sylvia Plath's poem "You're" about?

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gwtgthv | eNoter

Posted March 27, 2011 at 11:34 PM via web

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What is Sylvia Plath's poem "You're" about?

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accessteacher | High School Teacher | (Level 3) Distinguished Educator

Posted March 28, 2011 at 2:47 AM (Answer #1)

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Like "Simile," this poem covers a range of comparisons to describe the baby that was growing inside of Sylvia Plath's womb at the time of writing. The sheer creative range of the various comparisons perhaps conveys the sense of wonder and amazement at what is happening inside of her and the baby that is growing into a little person. As such the poem's theme is the wonder of motherhood and how amazing it is: the growth of a tiny, microscopic cell into a fully-grown baby inside the mother's womb. The last line in particular is particularly poignant:

A clean slate, with your own face on.

The baby represents a new start, not weighed down by the history of its parents, and with its own identity, rather than inheriting the identity of its parents. We can see in this poem the love that Plath feels for her baby and her excitement at seeing what it will be like.

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drahmad1989 | Student , Undergraduate | Valedictorian

Posted April 30, 2012 at 5:41 AM (Answer #2)

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Before giving birth a baby , poem is about the pregnant women.

All which she describe is her feelings.

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alexprajapati | Student , Grade 9 | Honors

Posted March 28, 2011 at 12:00 AM (Answer #3)

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Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark, as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools' Day, O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as fog and looked for like mail. Farther off than Australia. Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn. Snug as a bud and at home Like a sprat in a pickle jug. A creel of eels, all ripples. Jumpy as a Mexican bean. Right, like a well-done sum. A clean slate, with your own face on.

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