Woman Out Cocoon — Summary

Sometimes in the Mirror | see a Young Boy Smooth Skin aside from Ugly Zits

Sometimes in The Reflection

| see a Forty Year Old Male

Bags Under Eyes, Big Chin and Nose Unshaven Neck

The Fat Figure has a Belly And Masculine Muscles

Do We see what We Love to See? Do We see what We Hate to See?

Slowly in the Mirror A Woman is Growing out of My Male Face

Slowly my Strong Rigid Male Cocoon Shows its Cracks

A Elegant Buttergirl, A Femaleflyer A Winged Effeminate Being Will Emerge

And She will Fly And She will Fly

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The speaker looks in the mirror and sees different versions of himself: a teenage boy with zits, then a forty-year-old man with bags under his eyes, a big chin and nose, and a body that is both fat and muscular. The question "Do We see what We Love to See? / Do We see what We Hate to See?" suggests that what we see in a mirror depends on how we feel about ourselves.

Then the poem turns. A woman begins to appear behind the male face, and the body the speaker has lived in starts to feel like a hard shell, a cocoon with cracks showing. The butterfly imagery, with words like "Buttergirl" and "Femaleflyer," turns that change into something graceful and hopeful.

The mood moves from uneasy and critical to expectant and joyful. The repeated line "And She will Fly" ends the poem like a promise, and the speaker seems ready to become who she already is.

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