| Quote #4 The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves (57) |
So it's not just the tulips: the walls, too, are coming alive (at least in the speaker's mind). Of course they only seem to be, so maybe our speaker is actually regaining her grasp of reality?
| Quote #5 They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat, (59) |
What are we dealing with here: a crazy hallucination or just a pretty poetic image? This poem definitely tiptoes along that line; sometimes our speaker sounds downright nuts, and sometimes she sounds merely imaginative. But wait a second – is it possible she can be both at the same time?