Spots, and a spread of hot petals.’’ This is the alienation of extreme self-involvement: a lily is not just a lily but is classified according to species; the calla lily (from the
Greek kallos) is wrapped up in its own cold beauty (there is a submerged pun here on ‘‘callous’’) while the tiger lily embellishes itself alone. This introduces the theme of indifference, or, as this poem expresses it, amnesia:
‘‘The comets / Have such a space to cross, / Such coldness, forgetfulness.’’ She considers the movement of the comets to be a more appropriate metaphor for her son’s gestures:
‘‘so your gestures flake off— / Warm and human, then their pink light / Bleeding and peeling / Through the black amnesias of heaven.’’ By this time the speaker seems to have given up her belief that the self and its gestures can retain their identity, and the image is a disturbing one, a vision of dismemberment.
In ‘‘The Night Dances’’ the self is a disintegrating structure, its gestures inevitably swallowed up in inhospitable and unconscious space. The fatalistic tone of the poem is reflected in Plath’s avoidance of the question mark, a technique she uses here twice: