I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
Metaphors by Sylvia Plath
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There is no write or wrong. There is only what you feel and how you perceive poetry. The beauty is we’ve all had different experience that make each interpretation unique.
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