Lost.

     I have nothing to say. "Metaphors," by Silvia Plath. Need I say more? I read this nine-lined poem at first, and I was just speechless. Not speechless from how well-written the poem is, but speechless from what to take out of it. It left me thinking, wondering, and angry. I liked it. I sat for a few minutes, and closed my eyes. I thought of nothing. I sat for a few minutes, and opened my eyes. I still thought of nothing. So I sat and stared at the poem for more than a few minutes. My pen had not touched the paper even after reading it multiple times. I honestly thought that Plath was playing a trick on me. Then I remembered the last little bit of the assignment-to research Plath's life. Then I realized! I had spent about an hour doing absolutely nothing, but it was all for a reason! Sylvia Plath had written "Metaphors" while she, herself, was actually pregnant.
     Then everything made sense. The use of the number nine in syllables per line and lines of the poem related to the "nine months" of pregnancy. Also, Plath describes a baby as "a melon strolling on two tendrils," (717). The purpose of this poem is to make the reader think, as it is clearly a riddle. Plath's riddle truly made me think. Her hidden symbols really expressed her mysterious and riddling style. My emotions went on a swooping trip during the hour or so that I spent on this poem. All I have to say is that I am amazed that I even got to the main point of the poem.