The Terrible fish
#11135 / aantal keren
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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 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.
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Thanks Peter, I undertand the meaning of your words, at least I hope so. I'll never forget all your valuable poetic posts on ToonPool
Thanks Ben. I'm glad you liked them, these posts were mostly done live, some might chance with time, others might have songs later...
Every dream that is inside your dream
Let it come in with its memories glow
And give you of its following spruce beam
With some those feelings you once did not know
Every day that is easy now going
From the spirit that was once in its day
And your love from the inside are knowing
When your feelings are there in their own play
Follow your heart through the moments you knew
Each in their summer rising and autumn
Be to your feelings straightforward and true
Peace of mind is the great desideratum
Every dream has its go and its fall
Living them is either low or rather tall
I’m honored … ;-)
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BenHeine, op November 25, 2008 report post antwoorden applause 0
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My body in line with its preconceptions
The truthful and cruel exactness of my flesh
Look that I see in the mirror's reflections
My heart cannot accept in its blink enmesh
A likeness that whirls around its clear-cut
Of its silhouette-shadowy blood-red strait line
A drawing I thought was disproportionate
I've seen in silvery blue moonlight shine
My heart is a seed in the palm of the space
Or a fish swimming straight in its scattered salt
The body bears a meaning to love ways
Through whirling streams of life instigation vault
I'm green like growth and leaves of debate
My chair is the red in the love that I date
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