The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 2/18/2008)

[RetroLounge]

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.

Sylvia Plath

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:hi:

RL

[lizziegrace]

1. More and more every day

As much as I hate getting older, there's nothing that can be done to stop the process.

Thanks Retro for posting this. :hug:

[RetroLounge]

4. ...

:hug:

RL

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. Love me some Sylvia, but

too much Sylvia can tear the soul.

[RetroLounge]

3. too true

:hi:

RL

[hisownpetard]

5. She must have the same mirror as I do...

[lizziegrace]

6. Personally

I want to trade my mirror in for a model that shows me the way I want to look...

Is that too much too ask? ;)

:hi:

[hisownpetard]

8. When you find one, buy one for me (and I'll pay you back).

:toast:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

7. My dear Retro...

What a fascinating look at an ordinary, every-day object...

She turned the mirror and the lake into mystical, magical objects...

Really beautiful...

Somedays I think I'm just too damn ordinary to write such luminous works...:cry:

Still, I thank you for this poetry...:hug: