"i am silver and exact. i have no preconceptions.
what ever you see i swallow immedediately
just as it, 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 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."

( mirror - sylvia plath ).