I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
based off of Judah's annotation to the first line, maybe this is a person who likes themself for the way they are and anyone who sees different can take it or leave it
four-cornered.
Trapped can't get out, like prison walls
Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful
it just shows an image of what it see's. if anyone gets mad at what they see its not his fault he"s just showing them the truth.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
These two lines could be a wakeup call of reality. Something so sharp and serious, there's no humor in this.
I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
The mirror has been located adjacent to the opposite wall for a long time.
Sylvia Plath
This is the author of the poem
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
This line makes me think of two lovers perhaps. if the person is gone, the mirror has nothing to reflect but darkness. Because the person is gone, the mirror is apart of the separation and could feel sad or lonely.
I am silver and exact.
This is mytonomy- mirror
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
This is personification, but also it show u that a mirror will never lie, it will only show you for you.
Mirror
Just a thought, as you can see the tittle has more than one meaning, such as a parallel universe( multiverse), of her own life; and or actions. Just a thought...
Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
The mirror will show you exactly whats there and whether you like it or dislike it nothing will change
I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
Reflect everything it sees. Also it will show everything exactly the way it is, however it may feel "love or dislike," that won't cloud it's judgement.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
creepy mood/image
Now I am a lake.
Mythological reference Narcissus; he was known for his beauty.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions
personification
meditate
Think deeply or focus one's mind for a period of time, in silence or with the aid of chanting, for religious or spiritual purposes or as a method of relaxation.
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.
Not only is this an allusion but her feelings towards her way out of the darkness, to love herself; to be great!!!
The eye of a little god
The creation of how you see yourself
I am not cruel, only truthful
The truth can hurt
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
This is a reference to the mirror reflecting everything in front of it.
I am not cruel, only truthful
It's a mirror, it shows exactly what it sees
preconceptions.
A preconceived idea or prejudice.
Where errors were not lessened (all may judg)
she learned from her mistakes and is open for people to say whatever they want about them.
Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge, Where errors were not lessened (all may judg).
Poet is afraid to publish her book because she thinks contains many errors and the audience may disapprove of it.
I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet
She couldn't fix the errors in the book
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press to trudge, Where errors were not lessened (all may judg). At thy return my blushing was not small, My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, I cast thee by as one unfit for light, Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight; Yet being mine own, at length affection would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw. I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet; In better dress to trim thee was my mind, But nought save home-spun Cloth, i’ th’ house I find. In this array ’mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam. In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; And take thy way where yet thou art not known, If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
WHOLE POEM IS ABOUT AN AUTHOR'S BOOK WHICH SHE IS NOT CONFIDENT IN AND SCARED TO PUBLISH.
ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain,
The authour has a book that she feels is incomplete. She wants make corrections and improve her book.
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view
The author's so called "friends" took her work of art, and have publicized it. Ultimately, this lead to her sorrow and misery.
trudge
trudge is to Walk slowly and with heavy steps, typically because of exhaustion or harsh conditions.
Yet being mine own, at length affection would
She couldn't hate it because she made it
Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight
Seeing this incomplete work published made her mad
feeble
feeble means hard walking, slowly because you are tired
I stretched thy joynts to make thee even feet, Yet still thou run’st more hobling then is meet;
Poet tried to perfect her book but that was a fail
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
Bradstreet believed her book was perfect, however. Overtime she kept finding more problems with the text.
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true
She tried to make her book better, but this just led to more errors being seen.
And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus’d her thus to send thee out of door.
The author is done with the book after putting her all into it, now she send it off into the world
The Author to Her Book
The poem is about the speaker's book that she had written
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; And take thy way where yet thou art not known,
The author does not want her book landing into a critics's hand because she is worried about he review due to the face that she does not like it herself. Because it is flawed in her eyes, she already knows for a fact she'll get a bad review most likely.
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come;
she's hoping that her book doesn't end up in the critics hands
I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw
She tried to make her book perfect but she still seen parts of it that were flawed.
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
The book is the author's progeny
Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: I wash’d thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw.
The author tries to fix it to her liking, yet nothing she does really helps.
Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view,
The author's friends takes the book because they like it and publishes it themselves.
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain,
The author wrote a book that she doesn't like.
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
the "offspring" is the author's book
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain,
the "offspring" is the authors book