In the fifth stanza, she states, “That October day we went / to Gloucester the red hills/ reminded me of the dry red fur fox / coat I played in as a child; stock still / like a bear or a tent, / like a great cave laughing or a red fur fox.” (lines 27-30). By bringing up the fur fox, and the coat, it is evident that Sexton is comparing herself to the fur fox. The fox is not a fox anymore because it is dead, it has been skinned and made into a coat. Like the fox, Sexton does not feel like she is herself anymore. The fox is who she used to be, and the coat is a representation of who she is now: a woman with a mental condition. She also mentions that the hills in Gloucester were “stock still” (line 28). This can also mean that Sexton does not feel anything anymore, she is still, with no desire to keep on living. Even though this is something very solemn and quite depressing, Sexton formulates her thoughts into a beautiful comparison with a fox. A fox, when alive, is a strong and willful animal, however, when killed, it is nothing but a coat. In a way, Sexton is relatable to the fox. Before her PTSD, she used to be a strong woman, but her depression has made her weak and unable to find the will needed to
In the fifth stanza, she states, “That October day we went / to Gloucester the red hills/ reminded me of the dry red fur fox / coat I played in as a child; stock still / like a bear or a tent, / like a great cave laughing or a red fur fox.” (lines 27-30). By bringing up the fur fox, and the coat, it is evident that Sexton is comparing herself to the fur fox. The fox is not a fox anymore because it is dead, it has been skinned and made into a coat. Like the fox, Sexton does not feel like she is herself anymore. The fox is who she used to be, and the coat is a representation of who she is now: a woman with a mental condition. She also mentions that the hills in Gloucester were “stock still” (line 28). This can also mean that Sexton does not feel anything anymore, she is still, with no desire to keep on living. Even though this is something very solemn and quite depressing, Sexton formulates her thoughts into a beautiful comparison with a fox. A fox, when alive, is a strong and willful animal, however, when killed, it is nothing but a coat. In a way, Sexton is relatable to the fox. Before her PTSD, she used to be a strong woman, but her depression has made her weak and unable to find the will needed to