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.

This poem meets the criteria of a dramatic poem because the characters create an allusion that the reader is actually witnessing the event.  The speaker in this poem is Sylvia Plath.

Images:  These images are visual images in the poem. They are very descriptive and describe the the scene going on. These images tell us that the speaker has a calm tone and is reflecting back into her memory of how she use to look. All of the images have a calm, melancholy tone to them.

The Image of the lake and the woman talk about the speaker looking into the mirror. She seems to be happy that the girl in the mirror is feeling the same way she does.