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    Exclamation Eggs by Susan Wood

    I have been assigned this wonderful poem eggs... and found that there is no criticism online about it what so ever.
    After reading it 20 times over, I am still confused as to what exactly the eggs are symbolizing.
    Help PLease

    Eggs
    Morning broke like an egg
    on the kitchen floor and I hated
    them, too, eggs, how easily they broke
    and ran, yellow insides spilling out, oozing

    and staining, the flawed
    beneath what's beautiful. And I hated
    my father, the one ****
    in the henhouse, who laid the plate

    on the table and made me
    eat, who told me not to get up
    until I was done, every
    bite. And I hated how I gagged and cried, day

    after day, until there was no time
    left and he'd give in and I'd go off
    to school like that, again, hungry.
    But why did I hate eggs

    so much? Freud, old banty rooster, who
    knew a thing or two about such things, might say
    I hated my self, hated the egg
    growing in secret deep inside my body,

    the secret about to be spilled
    to the world, and maybe I did.
    Or maybe it's the way the egg
    repeats itself again and again, a perfect

    oval every time, the way I found myself
    furious, standing by my own child's bed
    holding a belt, and hit, and saw her face
    dissolve in yolk. But that doesn't say

    enough about why we hoard
    our hurts like golden eggs and foolishly
    wait for them to hatch, why
    we faced each other across the table,

    my father and I, and fought
    our battles over eggs and never fought
    with them, never once picked up
    those perfect ovals and sent them singing

    back and forth across the room, the spell
    broken like shells, until we were
    covered with them, our faces golden
    and laughing, both of us beautiful and flawed.

    My thoughts:
    Possibly I thought she was pregnant, but then the symbol of the egg wouldnt be continueous throughout the poem.
    Is it possibly all the flaws about someone That they tried to keep hidden (hence the outer shell)
    But then why would it make things better if they were thrown and broken open and all over their faces?
    Please can someone help me!?


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    Re: Eggs by Susan Wood

    I think there are multiple meanings in there.

    The one I would use is that the egg symbolises her dislike of her father, her resentment of him.

    'hated my self, hated the egg
    growing in secret deep inside my body,

    the secret about to be spilled
    to the world, and maybe I did.'

    She kept this inside, secret, hidden, locked away in a shell, until this egg hatched with her own mistreatment of her own child.

    'Or maybe it's the way the egg
    repeats itself again and again, a perfect

    oval every time, the way I found myself
    furious, standing by my own child's bed
    holding a belt, and hit, and saw her face
    dissolve in yolk. But that doesn't say

    enough about why we hoard
    our hurts like golden eggs and foolishly
    wait for them to hatch'

    It would have been better to break the egg, speak to her father, and get her resentments out in the open, rather than let it grow inside and come out to harm her child.

    'never once picked up
    those perfect ovals and sent them singing

    back and forth across the room, the spell
    broken like shells, until we were
    covered with them, our faces golden
    and laughing, both of us beautiful and flawed.


    I hope this helps!


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    Re: Eggs by Susan Wood

    Thanks... after hours of waiting you are my only savior!
    It is a help, cuz I was thinking somewhere along the same lines, and hearing it come from another persons mouth helps to reinforce the ideas.
    Also I couldn't come up with the exact symbol of the egg, all i knew was that it was some sort of imperfection.
    Thanks again!


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    Re: Eggs by Susan Wood

    You are welcome.


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    Re: Eggs by Susan Wood

    Quote Originally Posted by Takemebreakme2 View Post
    Freud, old banty rooster, who
    knew a thing or two about such things, might say
    I hated my self, hated the egg
    growing in secret deep inside my body,

    the secret about to be spilled
    to the world, and maybe I did.
    Or maybe it's the way the egg
    repeats itself again and again, a perfect

    oval every time, the way I found myself
    furious, standing by my own child's bed
    holding a belt, and hit, and saw her face
    dissolve in yolk. But that doesn't say

    enough about why we hoard
    our hurts like golden eggs and foolishly
    wait for them to hatch,
    I think the key is Freud and the poem is like a parodical psychoanalytic experience. I enjoyed it . (its poet?) It refers to an actual happenning in the past ( father's ordering to eat egg and the child's unwillingness to do that) but the poet extends skilfully this real experience to the all bad memories and father-child contrasts.

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