Among Dusty Stage-Props Poem by Kinga Fabo

Among Dusty Stage-Props



Once again I looked at myself
in the mirror.

Once again I was overcome by
self-pity.

Where are the hard manners I demand
from myself?

I take hold of my mirror
and leave.

(Translated by N. Ullrich Katalin)

Among Dusty Stage-Props
Monday, April 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 04 April 2016

An experience many of us have had. Thank goodness for our metaphorical mirrors.

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