Mirror -by Silvia 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 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.
I had the kids choose their own object to write about. We did bubble maps first from the perspective of the object itself-how would it describe itself. Then they wrote their poems. I think it's neat how they can give the objects personality.
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