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Mirror
By Sylvia Plath More Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful,
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mirror-by-sylvia-plath
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That's a lovely poem Jo-Anne.
ReplyDeleteNot sure what it is saying.
ReplyDeleteI liked that!
ReplyDeleteDearest Jo-Anne,
ReplyDeleteIt sure is a poem; or is it not?
Sounds to me more like a shattered mirror as those words don't make much sense.
Hugs,
Mariette
Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite poets. The other at the top of my list is Emily Dickinson. My daughter wrote an essay about that poem when she was in elementary school.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
If you're looking for honesty, the mirror's the place to go. Although I have to admit that sometimes honesty is just not what we're looking for.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D........Thanks
ReplyDeleteDiane B.......Me either
Debby..........That's good
Marettie......It is strange
Janie....,..I am pleased you liked it
Karen...........Mostly it's not
🙃
ReplyDeleteLooking in the lake as like in a mirror hoping to see something that is pleasing to our eyes. Sometimes we see what we want to see but most times it is not.
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