Glimmer
Let down your braids of hair, lady.
Cross your legs and sit before the looking-glass
And gaze long on lines under your eyes.
Life writes; men dance.
And you know how men pay women.
Poems on the topic: mirror
Poems on the topic “mirror” on Poets.by.
Circles of Doors
I LOVE him, I love him, ran the patter of her lips
And she formed his name on her tongue and sang
And she sent him word she loved him so much,
So much, and death was nothing ; work, art, home,
All was nothing if her love for him was not first
Of all ; the patter of her lips ran, I love him,
I love him ; and he knew the doors that opened
Into doors and more doors, no end of doors,
And full length mirrors doubling and tripling
The apparitions of doors : circling corridors of
Looking glasses and doors, some with knobs, some
With no knobs, some opening slow to a heavy push,
And some jumping open at a touch and a hello.
And he knew if he so wished he could follow her
Time
Looking at myself in my metal mirror,
I saw, faintly outlined,
The figure of a crane
Engraved upon its back.
The Return
Coming up from my boat
In haste to lighten your anxiety,
I saw, reflected in the circular metal mirror.
The face and hands of a woman
Arranging her hair.
My Mirror
There is a mirror in my room
Less like a mirror than a tomb,
There are so many ghosts that pass
Across the surface of the glass.
When in the morning I arise
With circles round my tired eyes,
Seeking the glass to brush my hair
My mother's mother meets me there.
If in the middle of the day
I happen to go by that way,
I see a smile I used to know —
My mother, twenty years ago.
But when I rise by candlelight
To feed my baby in the night,
Then whitely in the glass I see
My dead child's face look out at me.
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