by 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.


PHOTO: Actress Megan Fox curls up with SYLVIA PLATH: Collected Poems.

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Since May is “Get Caught Reading” Month, we will try to feature photos of well-known people reading books where we can, in fact, make out what they are reading. But this isn’t always easy — since the covers for many books change over the years.

On several obscure (to me) websites, I was able to find the cover for the edition of SYLVIA PLATH: Collected Poems that Megan Fox ponders in the photo above — but unable to locate it at the major online booksellers. It seems that the volume now sports a cover with a photo of Plath looking into the camera, in contrast to how she was depicted in the book’s previous incarnation — a coloring-book outline drawing of her looking down.

Another change in the newer edition: The word “the” has been added before “collected poems” — perhaps to let the reader know that this is “the” definitive collection of Plath’s work.