MIRROR – SYLVIA PLATH (1961) I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust 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 … Continue reading Poem Analysis 1 – Mirror by Sylvia Plath