of the lengths we will go to for love and of the various ways love can hurt: ‘I am inhabited This calls to mind the expression ‘getting your hooks into’ someone or something.
In the eleventh stanza, the elm speaks of a creature which lives inside its trunk: ‘I am malignity.’ of what she might do to herself in a moment of darkness.
In the twelfth stanza, the elm asks if the clouds that pass by are the faces of love: ‘those pale irretrievables?’ If they are, they do not stay, yet they hurt the elm who is desperate for companionship: ‘Is it for such I agitate my heart?’
‘What is this, this face/ So murderous in its strangle of branches?’ The snake, with its connotations of original sin and danger, could represent Plath’s illness, or her love for Ted Hughes: the will. These are the isolate, slow faults/ That kill, that kill, that kill.’ The repetition in the last line, and the use of rhyme in the last stanza, effectively convey Plath’s growing desperation and the sense that her anguish was becoming unbearable. This is a very devastating time in her life.