My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage - -
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.
This stanza brings forward what the woman in the poem is struggling with; it states that she does not need the baggage that she had before, such as her leather suitcase, or her husband and child who she sees in a family photo placed next to her bed. The woman also states that the tulips upset and oppress her, which feel like “a dozen red lead sinkers round [her] neck” (Plath 42). The woman’s struggle in the poem is between the tulips encouragement towards life and her desire for the easiness of
Cited: Plath, Sylvia. "Poems & Poets - Tulips." Poetry Foundation. 2013. 30 Jul. 2013. <http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178974>. "The Color White." Empower Yourself with Color Psychology. 31 Jul. 2013. <http://www.empower- yourself-with-color-psychology.com/color-white.html>.