Sylvia Plath
Mirror (c. 1962)

 

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

 

Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.

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Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike

 

I am not cruel, only truthful

 

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.