Mirror is a characteristic poem of Sylvia Plath– the most haunting woman poet in English. In this poem, Mirror has been personified. As an interlocutor, Mirror has witnessed all the hardships that time has brought to the Sylvia Plath. In this poem, the mirror speaks out about all that it has witnessed.
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 me reaches for what she really is.
Then she turn to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it truthfully.
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 as young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises towards her day after day, like a terrible fish.
– Sylvia Plath
So, did you like the poem? Have you read it earlier? The second half of the poem is my favorite. What is your favorite part? Do share your thoughts. Thanks.