yellow wood,
Yellowwood, certain type of plant or depiction of woods in the fall?
yellow wood,
Yellowwood, certain type of plant or depiction of woods in the fall?
ages and ages hence
What does this mean?
I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
In the end, the narrator regrets the path he took. A common misconception from the poem. Most people believe the opposite.
difference.
Difference does not necessary mean something positive.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
He will be telling this story with a sense of regret.
I doubted if I should ever come back.
The narrator doubts their choice of the road they picked. It does not seem like the right choice.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Seems like he is trying to be optimistic, the other road can be taken another day.
trodden black.
Gives a dark image with black steps.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
The other road seemed just as fine as the first.
And sorry I could not travel both
Expresses some type of regret on not being able to see what both paths have to offer
, panzer-man
Father was like a killing machine.
gobbledygoo.
What is this?
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
Seems she is struggling with where her lineage starts throughout the poem.
I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
She seems to be disassociating herself from her father and his German lineage. Her father may have scared her, like a Jew would be afraid of a German in this time period.
I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
She seems to have hatred towards Germans because of her father.
My Polack friend
Although she is of German descent, she has Polish friends. She does not discriminate.
Ach, du.
German descent, her father must have taught her some German.
Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset
Descriptive scene of nature.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
First mention of "Daddy", and you already are introduced to a dark relationship with Daddy.
In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white,
This line shows Plath belittling herself.
For that last Onset – when the King Be witnessed – in the Room –
Who is the King? The fly? A man? A fellow friend?
There interposed a Fly –
Even death is not predictable. Things can still continue to be present and surprise you long after life.
And then the Windows failed – and then I could not see to see –
The fly and the narrator become the same person in this last line.
Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm –
Nature tends to grow silent before a storm comes. Most animals can sense an oncoming storm, yet this fly is present.
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The narrator is aware of their surroundings as they claim to die
Room
Every second line does not contain a dash
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