It's Still A Mirror

June 19, 2009
I'm currently taking a couple of college courses, working toward my first degree. In English Composition II we recently read the poem "Mirror" by Sylvia Plath. Somewhere in our analyzation we briefly discussed what a man might see. Well, needless to say, the creative juices started to flow and I thought "what if a man had been the person in this poem?" It may be helpful to read her poem first (click the link above).


It's Still A Mirror
(If Sylvia Plath had been a man)

I am polished and precise. It is
     what it is.
I devour what is before me
Regardless of form or fashion.
I just show it like I see it.
My days are spent pondering the wall
     that cannot see me.

Now I am a still running stream.
A man stands beside me, searching
     for the spring, looking for the outlet.
He could take me or leave me.
He doesn't remember what he saw,
Only what he thinks he saw.
He still sees the youth within the ripples on the surface.
And the terrible fish hangs as a trophy on the wall.

I see the wall more often.