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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 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.
Mirror (Sylvia Plath)
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.
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.
(Mirror, by Sylvia Plath)
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 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.
Sylvia Plath
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, just truthful -
The eye of a little god, four cournered.
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..." Sylvia Plath
ESPELHO
" Sou de prata e exacto. Não faço pré-julgamentos.
O que vejo engulo de imediato
Tal como é, sem me embaçar de amor ou desgosto.
Não sou cruel, simplesmente verídico —
O olho de um pequeno deus, de quatro cantos.
Reflicto todo o tempo sobre a parede em frente.
É rosa, manchada. Fitei-a tanto
Que a sinto parte do meu coração. Mas cede.
Faces e escuridão insistem em separar-nos..." Sylvia Plath
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 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.
Sylvia Plath
"The Mirror" - Sylvia Plath
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 the 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.
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trash reflected in a lake, rotated 90degrees ccw + poem, text repeated 3x
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever 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 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.
Sylvia Plath - "Mirror"
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS x YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS / YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS x YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS x YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS / YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
David Bell, Jon Feenstra, Dan Maxwell. San Bernardino County, CA. Nov 8, 2013
In the field, I identified this bird as a yellow-shafted. However, Jon Feenstra pointed out that it lacks the red nape crescent, which suggests that it is more likely a RS x YS Flicker, or possibly a Gilded Flicker. Face pattern seems consistent with an intergrade.
My 52 Frames: Week 43
On the chopping block
We are just days from Samhain (Halloween for most) and many pumpkins, gourds, squashes and the like are being sacrificed! Some are destined to become flickering faces in the dark, some will grace feast tables, others are simply left out in the cold and rain merely to be lawn decorations. Whatever their fate, they are a sure sign of the season.
Canon EOS REBEL T2i, EF 70-200 f/4L IS USM @ 200mm with 1.4x extender. 1/500 sec @ f5.6, ISO 1600, converted to B&W through Nik (Google) Silver Efex Pro 2
© 2016 Jeffrey E. Roush