Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Mirror

Sylvia Plath's poem * Mirror * will always be a memorable one as i was asked to give an impromptu presentation on it at an institute.I simply loved reciting it and explainijg it to an eager group of students and teachers.Somehow Plath has always been a smooth ride..be it her The Bell Jar or  Mirror.I love her expressions...




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 a 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. 

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