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Love, love, my season

In «The Couriers,» Silvia Plath explores themes of authenticity and disillusionment. She dismisses various symbols, like a snail on a leaf and a gold ring, as false representations of love and joy. The imagery of nature reflects inner turmoil, culminating in a poignant expression of longing for genuine connection amidst despair.

The Couriers

By Silvia Plath

The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.

Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.

A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.

Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling

All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.

A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one ——

Love, love, my season.

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