Letter in November
Letter in November - fact Summary
Written During Pregnancy
Plath’s poem, composed while she was pregnant with her second child, records an intense, private exhilaration rooted in autumnal nature. Vivid color and tactile images convey a personal sense of ownership, fertility, and solitary delight as the speaker walks among trees bearing golden fruit. The poem balances celebratory warmth with darker undertones of decay and mortality, suggesting that new life coexists with images of decline and history.
Read Complete AnalysesLove, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses - babies hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly. I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My Wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red. This is my property. Two times a day I pace it, sniffing The barbarous holly with its viridian Scallops, pure iron, And the wall of the odd corpses. I love them. I love them like history. The apples are golden, Imagine it . . . My seventy trees Holding their gold-ruddy balls In a thick gray death-soup, Their million Gold leaves metal and breathless. O love, O celibate. Nobody but me Walks the waist high wet. The irreplaceable Golds bleed and deepen, the mouths of Thermopylae.
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