This is a great poem by Sylvia Plath that really forces us
            to reconsider mushrooms once again and to look at them in a new way, which is of course
            the sign of a great poem. In the poem, Plath personifies fungi and talks from their
            perspective, focusing on how they grow so quietly and
            secretly:
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Nobody sees
            us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The
            small grains make room.
Note
            the way in which the mushrooms talk about nobody "betraying" them: the element of
            secrecy and betrayal adds a somewhat sinister element to their otherwise benign and
            "bland-mannered" presence. Again we see another hint that their quiet, subtle growth is
            something sinister with the repetition of the phrase "So many of us!" reinforcing the
            sheer number of mushrooms and how quickly they can grow and replace. The tone at the end
            of the poem becomes very sinister. Consider the last two stanzas and what they
            say:
Nudgers and
shoversIn spite of
ourselves.Our kind
multiplies:We shall by
morningInherit the earth.
Our
foot's in the door.
The
            steady, quiet and subtle growth of the mushrooms gives them the surety of their final
            dominance, as nothing can stop their strength of
            numbers.
Critics seem divided about the meaning of this
            poem by Plath, but most seem to agree that the mushrooms stand as a symbol for the way
            that steady banality and petty ambition (as symbolised by the mushrooms) are shown to
            triumph and be an unstoppable force.
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