Question by Lisa: Can anyone give some insight into the poem Sow by Sylvia Plath? Maybe themes present, or analysis of the poem?
I’ve read it through a few times and can identify the literary terms, etc, but cannot get anywhere in interpreting the meaning or the themes in the poem. Any help would be great. Thanks!.
The poem is below:
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed
His great sow:
Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid
In the same way
He kept the sow–impounded from public stare,
Prize ribbon and pig show.
But one dusk our questions commended us to a tour
Through his lantern-lit
Maze of barns to the lintel of the sunk sty door
To gape at it:
This was no rose-and-larkspurred china suckling
With a penny slot
For thrift children, nor dolt pig ripe for heckling,
About to be
Glorified for prime flesh and golden crackling
In a parsley halo;
Nor even one of the common barnyard sows,
Maunching thistle and knotweed on her snout-
Bloat tun of milk
On the move, hedged by a litter of feat-foot ninnies
Shrilling her hulk
To halt for a swig at the pink teats. No. This vast
Of a sow lounged belly-bedded on that black
Dream-filmed. What a vision of ancient hoghood
Thus wholly engross
The great grandam!–our marvel blazoned a knight,
Helmed, in cuirass,
Unhorsed and shredded in the grove of combat
By a grisly-bristled
Boar, fabulous enough to straddle that sow’s heat.
But our farmer whistled,
Then, with a jocular fist thwacked the barrel nape,
And the green-copse-castled
Pig hove, letting legend like dried mud drop,
On grunt, up in the flickering light to shape
Prodigious in gluttonies as that hog whose want
Made lean Lent
Of kitchen slops and, stomaching no constraint,
Proceeded to swill
The seven troughed seas and every earthquaking
Answer by Need2know
Hi… I don’t know much about poetry…. but I found a page that maybe could help you.
I don’t know if the interpretation is right, but I hope it helps you.
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