1)Richard Wilbur, Lorna Crozier, and Harry Thurston all use extended metaphors within their poems that represent life. In “The Writer,” Wilbur uses first the idea of a voyage by boat, heavy with cargo, to represent his daughter’s life. The cargo symbolizes the emotional baggage his daughter already has and the author acknowledges that “some of it [is] heavy” (line 8). In the second half of his poem, Wilbur switches to image of a bird struggling to free itself from inside the house. The bird is representative of his daughter’s struggle through childhood and adolescence; you may be pushed down again and again, but you have to get up and try again. At the end of the poem the author states “it is always a matter...of life or death” (lines 31/32) and I think that this has its very obvious meaning but also the factor of adolescence in which everything feels so much bigger than it really is. When you are young so much truly is the end of the world, and parents need to remember this. In her poem “Packing for the Future: Instructions,” Lorna Crozier breaks the human lifespan into a series of seemingly ordinary items: socks, an old tin box, a ball of string. And also into the abstract things that some might say make us human: sadness, language, dreams. These things all represent something that most people carry with them for at least a part of their life. The poem would be incomplete, however, without its final lines: “Always travel lighter than the heart.” (lines 39/40) This is Crozier’s wisdom that she hopes to pass on to her readers; the other items in the poem are things that may differ from person to person, or could be interchangeable with other items, but this final piece of wisdom is a universal need for a happy life. “Miracle,” by Harry Thurston is simple and sweet, with an extended metaphor that is easy to spot. The strawberry blossom represents his daughter who will eventually grow and turn into something new, just as the blossom will become a fruit. Thurston recognizes that the change from seed to blossom to fruit is miraculous, and his awe of his daughter is also reinstated. This poem is a reminder that life is amazing, and if someone were to tell you how it works you probably wouldn’t believe them right away. Hard to believe that something so small can become something so different and so wonderful--no matter if it is a woman or a strawberry.
2)“Daddy,” by Sylvia Plath is certainly only semi-autobiographical just as most of her work is. There are similarities in the poem to Plath’s real life, such as the time of her father’s death, a mention of his feet when in actuality her father died after his foot was amputated, and the confession of her own attempted suicide. Plath may have written this way (not entirely truthful) because it was easier to let her true feelings show, and perhaps is was less painful to turn real events into a fictional story. It is also possible that the final lines of the poem (“daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through”) were her way of foreshadowing her own death for anyone who cared to notice. I am not sure if Plath would have agreed with the idea that “there is no autobiography; there is only art and lies.” Her writing is extremely telling of her true life and feelings and though it may not always be factual there is always a feeling of truth behind it. Having said that, her writing is also art; it has things added to make it more interesting or to improve its sound, and this is not as easily done if something is entirely 100% truthful.
2)“Daddy,” by Sylvia Plath is certainly only semi-autobiographical just as most of her work is. There are similarities in the poem to Plath’s real life, such as the time of her father’s death, a mention of his feet when in actuality her father died after his foot was amputated, and the confession of her own attempted suicide. Plath may have written this way (not entirely truthful) because it was easier to let her true feelings show, and perhaps is was less painful to turn real events into a fictional story. It is also possible that the final lines of the poem (“daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through”) were her way of foreshadowing her own death for anyone who cared to notice. I am not sure if Plath would have agreed with the idea that “there is no autobiography; there is only art and lies.” Her writing is extremely telling of her true life and feelings and though it may not always be factual there is always a feeling of truth behind it. Having said that, her writing is also art; it has things added to make it more interesting or to improve its sound, and this is not as easily done if something is entirely 100% truthful.