Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly—
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a hault under bowlers,
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers
This morning is bright and with sun smiling in the sky, I’m glad that I’m reading this beautiful poem.
While searching on internet, I came to know that Poppy is a symbol of death, peace and sleep. Its red color symbolizes death and perhaps it’s a reason that “Remembrance Day” is also known as “Poppy day”.
The poetess describes Poppies as a symbol of hope. For, the woman lying in ambulance is also spell bound. Sylvia Plath is talking about her earlier suicide attempt and her good luck of surviving it. Indeed, it’s an unasked gift from a sky and these scarlet color poppies act like a whiff of fresh air in a forest of frost.
Have you read this poem? What are your observations regarding these flowers?