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Morning Song

Morning Song

  

by Sylvia Plath

Analysis: Tough-o-Meter

(4) Base Camp

Plain, ordinary English. A pretty darn familiar subject. Short, snappy lines. Need we say more?

Plath sucks her readers into this poem with her first image – and she keeps us engaged by the promise of continual emotional access. Hey, there's a reason why gossip mags are so ridiculously popular. We all want to know the dirty details of other people's lives. That's what makes this poem so appealing – and so easy to read.

That said, this poem is chock-full of metaphors, and figuring out how the speaker feels about her baby can be a bit tricky.

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