Today, read and hear “Mirror” a rueful beauty by Mark Strand. The poem, originally in his 2006 collection Man and Camel, appears also in his New Selected Poems.
Listen to Mark reading “Mirror”
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Mirror
A white room and a party going on
and I was standing with some friends
under a large gilt-framed mirror
that tilted slightly forward
over the fireplace.
We were drinking whiskey
and some of us, feeling no pain,
were trying to decide
what precise shade of yellow
the setting sun turned our drinks.
I closed my eyes briefly,
then looked up into the mirror:
a woman in a green dress leaned
against the far wall.
She seemed distracted,
the fingers of one hand
fidgeted with her necklace,
and she was staring into the mirror,
not at me, but past me, into a space
that might be filled by someone
yet to arrive, who at that moment
could be starting the journey
which would lead eventually to her.
Then, suddenly, my friends
said it was time to move on.
This was years ago,
and though I have forgotten
where we went and who we all were,
I still recall that moment of looking up
and seeing the woman stare past me
into a place I could only imagine,
and each time it is with a pang,
as if just then I were stepping
from the depths of the mirror
into that white room, breathless and eager,
only to discover too late
that she is not there.
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Mirror has a rhythm, degree of detail, and sense of regretful looking back that appeals to me – thanks for forwarding it.
In my view this is prose not poetry. It reads like prose. It has no rhythm, poetic form, imagery or syntax.
I really love this poem. It was yesterday’s poem of the day, but I had to come back today and read it again. Thank you!
This is one of the most poignant, evocative poems you have sent this month. I keep turning it over and over in my mind, as if it had a mystery in it, and perhaps it does. It made me eager to read more poems by Strand, whom I’d heard of but never read. I love it when a poet writes in plain English and yet manages to be suggestive.