Day 6: Aritcle

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

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.

This poem is from Poem Hunter. 

I wanted to find a poem that was about Mirrors because then it could show how everyone that looks in mirrors way to often will find one day that she or he is looking in it. Also I have yet to look in a mirror or touch my face today because most of the day I have been stuck in my dorm room for I'm sick which is bad in it's self. I'm on some medicines that can't really be mixed with Ibuprofen, Advil or Alive. I can take Tylenol but no one seems to have any so I continue to have a raging fever.  So I hope that you all are feeling much better then I am right now.