Inspirational Poem on Mirror – Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see
I swallow immediately
I am silver and exact.
I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see
I swallow immediately
‘Twas on a Holy Thursday,
their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two & two,
in red & blue & green,
My heart was heavy,
for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness
answered with foul wrong;
1. To My Mother- Edgar Allan Poe
2. Mother to Son – Langston Hughes
3. Mother o’ Mine – Rudyard Kipling
4. My Mother – Ann Taylor
1. Boundless Thanks
2. Those Winter Sundays
3. A Gift
4. Thanksgiving
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and
women merely players,
They have their exits and entrances,
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
I know it’s me who has been
attracted by you,
neither I am silver like the moon,
nor I am gold like the sun.
Gorman’s poetry is deeply
rooted in themes of identity,
social justice, and the
resilience of the human spirit.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.