Poppies in July
Sylvia Plath * Track #39 On Ariel
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Poppies in July by Sylvia Plath
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“Poppies in July
This is a short poem, the title of which suggests an image of natural life at the height of summer, evoking a pastoral landscape and happiness,. The title is ironic, however, because the poem is not a hymn to nature but a hallucinatory projection of the speaker’s mind and depressed...
Poppies in July Annotated
Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes that I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.