Mirror

Sylvia Plath

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you 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.

1. Identify how this poem meets the criteria of a dramatic poem.  State who the speaker is. Refer to the notes you receive in class.

2. Identify 5 images in the poem: State whether they are visual, auditory, gustatory, olfactory, or tactile.  Comment on how the images reinforce the mood of the poem

This image is a visual and it shows a characteristic of a mirror. A mirror would reflect anything that is sees right away.

This is a tactile image because the reader can feel what is going on. The women is crying in the lake and she wipes her face with the water she grabbed.

This image is another visual. It shows how the lake sees nothing until the women shows her face.

3. What is the allusion in "Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me."?

The allusion is that their is a person obsessed with himself getting old.