Author: Liz Braswell

Cites

• Sylvia Plath (1)
  • IN: As Old as Time: A Twisted Tale (2016) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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 if 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.
    FROM: Mirror, (1971), Poem, US