Author: Jennie

“Mirror” by Sylvia Plath

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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you 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.
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.

~Sylvia Plath

“Part of Eve’s Discussion” by Marie Howe

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It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat from your hand,
and flies, just before it flies, the moment when rivers seem to still
and stop because a storm is coming, but there is no storm, as when
a hundred starlings lift and bank together before they wheel and drop,
very much like the moment, driving on bad ice, when it occurs to you
your car could spin, just before it slowly begins to spin, like
the moment just before you forgot what it was you were about to say,
it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only
all the time.

~Marie Howe

“Bird of Sorrow” by Glen Hansard

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Even if a day feels too long,
and you feel like you can’t wait another one
and you’re slowly giving up on everything,
love is gonna find you again
Love is gonna find you, you’d better be ready then.

Well you’ve been kneeling in the dark for far too long,
You’ve been waiting for that spark, but it hasn’t come,
Well I’m calling to you please, get off the floor
Love is gonna find you again.
love is gonna find you, you’d better be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that’s buried in the hollow
you’ve given over to self deceiving, you’re prostrate bowed but not believing
you’ve squandered more than you could borrow
you’ve bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning
while everything around you is burning.

Come on, we gotta get out, get out of this mess we’ve made
and still for all our talk, we’re both so afraid.
And will we leave this up to chance, like we do with everything?
A good heart will find you again
A good heart will find you, just be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that’s buried in the hollow
you’ve given over to self deceiving, you’re prostrate bowed but not believing
you’ve squandered more than you could borrow
you’ve bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning
while everything around you is burning
but I’m not leaving you here, I’m not leaving you here,
I’m not leaving

I’m not leaving you here, I’m not leaving
I’m not leaving you here

I’m hanging on,
oh I’m hanging on,
for what’s gonna come
I’m hanging on, I’m hanging on
Hanging on, hanging on, hanging on, hanging on
hanging on,
with the faithful, with the faithful
I’m hanging on,
for what’s gonna come,
for what’s gonna come
I’m hanging on, I’m hanging on, with the faithful

~Glen Hansard

“Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Yes: I am a dreamer.”

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“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

~Oscar Wilde