Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag,
To grind our knives and scissors:
Lantern-jawed Reason, squat Common Sense,
One courting doctors of all sorts,
One, housewives and shopkeepers.
The trees are lopped, the poodles trim,
The laborer's nails pared level
Since those two civil servants set
Plath lists a couple commonplace occupations. This first stanza discuss the normalcy of life. Plath suffered from  battles with depression  her whole life so she had a hard time living with dismal reality sometimes. This poem is a bit of intellectual dribble about how it may seem nice to escape to myth but in the end it always dies and you go back to being a doctor, housewife or shopkeeper.
The Death of Myth-Making