Metapohors
Sylvia Plath
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
I really hope someone actually takes the time to read this and realize its significance. No one even noticed my big announcement on Facebook when I posted this on there. Something tells me though that someone reading this may know what it means... just a guess!
I saw this on face book... but obviously I am not smart, cause I knew and I still didn't get it...... :(
ReplyDeleteTamra you little sneak! I saw this too and I just thought, "Hm that was a nice poem." ba!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteCongrats!! I remember when had to figure out what this meant in class :)
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