Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath

Mushrooms              Sylvia Plath

Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly

Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding,

Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies,

Shoulder through holes. We Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow,

Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us!

We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot’s in the door.


I think this poem is talking about how females are not as equal as men.  “Nobody see’s us” , “Perfectly voiceless” .  Although we still have hope that one day women will be equal to men. ” We shall by morning inherit the earth.  Our foot’s in the door.”

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