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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.
- “Effacement.” (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
- Sugrue, Ryan. “Morning Song – Analysis.” International Baccalaureate Languages. Marked by Teachers. Text. 2015.
- Smith, Connie L. “Morning Song Analysis.” Sylvia Plath. Poem Analysis. Text. 2018.
- “Sylvia Plath.” (Wikipedia)
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