Feet to the Stars

Sylvia Plath Poetry Lit literature

One of my favorite Sylvia Plath poems is actually short and sweet. It’s called “You’re,” and it is basically a silly love poem.

Here is the first stanza:

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools’ Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Among the many things this poem makes me think of are my high school English teachers. I remember how they would make us dissect poems and explain every line, every word.
I would have a difficult time of defining exactly what Plath meant by the following:
 “…A common sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.”
But, somehow, within the context of the piece, it is indeed a levelheaded, even heartwarming, phrase.
To read the rest of the poem, please click here. You will be sent to the Poetry Foundation’s archives. 

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