Tulips
Tulips🌷 "The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given away my name, my face, my forms. Now I am no one and I can be anyone. The tulips are too red, they hurt me. I see myself in the midst of ordinary people, Their faces and bodies altered by what they have done. The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. In this quiet, nobody is anybody. Summary: In "Tulips," Sylvia Plath explores themes of identity, isolation, and the struggle to find peace. The poem describes a hospital room, where the speaker is recovering from an unknown illness. The vibrant tulips,...