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MIRROR

 

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 as 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.

The 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 drowened a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

come scenario di rimbaud

(come rimbaud)

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3 Comments

  1. Hai visto il film di Sylvia Plath? È bellissimo!

    • elisabetta beneforti
    • Posted March 23, 2013 at 4:15 pm
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    no, non ancora….ma presto che mi manca ..:)

  2. A beautiful poem.


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