Tea With The Mad Hatters

I'll Be your Mirror - The Velvet Underground

"I don't mind making jokes, but I don't want to look like one."
-Marilyn Monroe

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.

Mirror by Sylvia Plath

I love how this song juxtaposes Plath's poem of an objective mirror. While The Velvet Underground shows us we need the subjective to help define ourselves, Plath shows us we are constantly bombarded by the shallow and shattering outside world of magazines, cruelty, and desire that we let become our mirror.