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Sylvia’s Mirror

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.

-- Sylvia Plath

I know all of you are wondering, what is her 
favorite Sylvia Plath poem?  I thought 
so, here is one of them.  Nobody can pick 
just one though, right?  Happy 
weekend to all my blogging friends!

26 thoughts on “Sylvia’s Mirror

  1. Yeah, I started reading this and thought it wasn’t up to your usual standard….
    Just teasing. Here’s another poet and poem I wasn’t familiar with but after a couple of rereads I can see why you like it so much, LT. It’s very good, clever and sad, the inevitability of life… Thanks for the introduction. 🙂

    • That’s a good summation of this poem, Phil. I think her definitive work is “Ariel”…but I do like this one. You are right, it is a bit sad, she was a tragic person who ended her life too soon. Glad you liked the poem, hope you are having a super weekend!

      • and to think I only read it thinking it was a Dr. Hook tribute… cringe, sorry. I’ll go read Ariel… (yes, hope yours was great too :))

      • Ha ha, nice one, LT but I think that look is… Yes, just over my shoulder 🙂
        Ariel’s an interesting piece. I need to read it again but a dream, a horse ride and… I better not say anymore for fear of embarrassing anyone, probably me.

  2. Lana, this is wonderful! Although I’ve read The Bell Jar and studied many of Ted Hughes poetry I feel remiss not knowing any of Slyvia Plath’s well. Thank you for posting this – such sad tender overtones, beautifully written.

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