I have to reiterate that there is a distinct sound and
flavor of professional poetry that I still cannot fathom. Like stumbling out into a beautiful
sunny day when all you know is darkened rooms. I’m seeing beautiful things, but the light is too bright and
their wondrous details are impossible to make out clearly.
The poem “Naked Girl and Mirror” is one such poem. I feel like the “I” in this poem
is at odds with their physicality.
Like they are seeing themselves for the first time and are repulsed by
their own mortality. I almost
think the speaker in the poem literally is something outside of its
reflection. The word choice makes
the speaker sound pleased with many elements of how they look, but still not
completely willing to believe that it is themselves. Like looking at clothing or some other inanimate object. The end of the poem goes back to the
speaker being unhappy with the girl in the mirror. “I resent your dumb and
fruitful years” I interpret as being unhappy at … being young? Being naïve? Maybe the speaker is a sociopath?
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