Now I am a lake...

Dear Nassir,

As you asked me about my weblog's name which is a verse of a poem by Sylvia Plath ( called ' Mirror') I am going to put the whole text here. This is one of her famous poems and the interpretations are various and from different perspectives. I liked the sense of loneliness that Plath has poured into these words. The lake is like a mirror, and the woman is bending over this mirror to find how she really is. She searches her true face all around the lake, trying to find her identity.

Now, following you can read the whole poem :

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 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