As an English major, I was required to read an extraordinary amount of literature during a four year period. Much of it I loved, and some of it made me fall asleep on my couch by 8:00 on a Friday night. One evening, when I wasn’t bored into a way too wordy book coma, I stumbled across this poem as I was doing a research project on the life and works of Sylvia Plath. I was so moved by this poem, that it has never been good enough to know that it’s always available right here on my bookshelf, so I printed it out, and it hangs proudly on my refrigerator for all of my guests to read. This is one of my many favorite poems.
by Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you 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 had drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.