By just reading the profound poem Mirror by Silvia Plath I am currently in a moment of weakness. As cliché as it might sound, it is utterly true. It is one of those pieces that will pull you in deep, but wonít release until it is good and ready. It is that telling. It speaks the truth. By truly appreciating what Sylvia has presented, I will try to interpret every line.
She first describes
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poem. Even though the mirror is the utter enemy, the woman comes back repeatedly. This shows how much it is needed. Years go by staring at this object looking for answers. Apparently, the woman didnít take the honesty gracefully; she thus aged to a terrible fish.
This was an extremely philosophical and weighty piece. I find myself relating to every line one way or another. Most people do. It was tragic, but brutally honest.