seize my senses, haul/ My eyelids up, and grant// A brief respite from fear/ Of total neutrality.’ Plath often wrote of feeling numb when suffering from depression, but this sight is something that makes her feel again, it seizes her senses and opens her eyes.
The tone becomes more optimistic as the poem concludes. The poet feels that if she content: ‘With luck,/ Trekking stubborn through this season/ Of fatigue, I shall/ Patch together a content// Of sorts.’ ‘Season of fatigue’ may mean the tough periods we all have in life, and Plath certainly endured many of those. When going through a rough patch it is hard to believe that you will ever get through it, and yet, eventually, we do. Plath realises that if she just keeps going she will survive. The poem has become more hopeful at this point, as if, in writing it, Plath began to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
‘Miracles occur,/ If you care to call those spasmodic/ Tricks of radiance miracles.’ Despite her attempt to hold on to her cynicism, Plath uses repetition (‘wait’) and alliteration (‘rare, random’) to signify that she has come full circle. She began the poem devoid of hope, and concludes it full of hope of a miracle: ‘The wait’s begun again/ The long wait for the angel,/ For that rare, random descent.’