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I’m no more your mother

In Sylvia Plath’s «Morning Song,» the poem reflects on the birth of a child, comparing the newborn’s arrival to a watch and emphasizing the emotions of motherhood. It explores themes of love, identity, and the transformative experience of nurturing, portraying the child’s innocence and the mother’s sense of awe and connection.

Morning Song

BY SYLVIA PLATH

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry   

Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.

In a drafty museum, your nakedness

Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother

Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow

Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath

Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:

A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral

In my Victorian nightgown.

Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try

Your handful of notes;

The clear vowels rise like balloons.

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