1. Let us view ourselves in the pale lit light and reflection of our inner mirror Time to become metaphoric…

2. Do Now Think about the poems we have read. How important has imagery been to the overall meaning of the poem? Does imagery make the poem better or more difficult to understand? Explain your answer.

3. Information  19 Days left in the 2 nd M.P.  Journals and Do Nows Due Today  Vocabulary Quiz - Monday  Missing Identity Poems - ummm, why?  Midterm Next Week

4. Fated – (adj.) determined in advance by destiny or fortune Synonyms – destined, doomed Antonyms – accidental, chance, random

5. Hoodwink – (v.) to mislead by a trick deceive Synonyms – fool, dupe, trick Antonyms – clue in, undeceive

6. Read: Interpreting Poems  Read Each Section - some new terms - hints to help figure out meaning  Use what you read to help you figure out Sylvia Plath’s poem  Take your time and follow the slides, click slowly ….

7. Do Now Think about the poems we have read. How important has imagery been to the overall meaning of the poem? Does imagery make the poem better or more difficult to understand? Explain your answer.

8. IMAGERY  It is the Sights  It is the Sounds  It is the Smells  It is the Tastes  It is Touch Imagery paints a picture in your mind

9. Theme  Broad idea, message, or lesson suggested by the text  Finding theme - look for repeated symbols - repeated patterns - details and particulars – greater meaning  Theme is only part of the meaning

10. SYLVIA PLATH  1932 – 1962  Married an English poet - Ted Hughes, left her for another woman - 2 children  Depressed individual  Suicide - stuck her head in an oven

11. The Mirror  Use the “mirror” on the front to highlight the imagery in the poem.  On the back of the paper - identify theme - rhyme - interpret the poem, meaning

12. Mirror Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I 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. Read the poem first, concentrate on the musicality of the words. Short and long sounds This poem has a clear rhythm to it. Hear the beat in your head as you read it. Does the poem tell a story? Clearly it has a meaning. Let’s identify the TWO meanings this poem.

13. Mirror Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I 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. What is the Genre of the poem? Non-rhyming Free Verse. Tone and Diction - imagery and sensory details throughout the poem

14. Mirror Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I 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. Author’s Intention? Why do you suppose Plath wrote this poem? What message or point do you think she is trying to make? Themes - only a mirror will show you the truth -Reflections show the real “you” - Others??? -Rhyming Pattern -No rhyming patterns - syllables of words help establish meter

15. Historical/Aesthetic/Period No references noted in this poem. The setting of the poem is not easy to determine. Making an educated guess, what time period would you choose and why? Mirror Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I 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. Meaning Using what you have learned, what is the meaning of the poem.

16. the kid identity Look at me, It is not my true identity, But when they see the true true me, I am nothing but a messed up key, When they see my true identity, They want to go back to what they thought was me, But they must not go and see, Who my true identity could really be, Just remember I’m my real identity.

17. Messy Room Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar!