David Berman

(4 January 1967 / Williamsburg, Virginia)

The Broken Mirror - Poem by David Berman

My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—

In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,

But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;

I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.


Comments about The Broken Mirror by David Berman

  • (6/20/2017 11:52:00 PM)


    Great poem. I loved it. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/20/2017 5:45:00 PM)


    Reminds me of the song OBJECTS IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR MAY APPEAR CLOSER THAN THEY ARE popularized by MEATLOAF.... Thanks for posting..... (Report) Reply

  • (6/20/2017 4:30:00 PM)


    ''I look into the mirror, but it's cracked''- life has broken dreams that need ''cohesion'' to reach the goals. ''But life cannot be lived in the abstract''. An excellent visual metaphor is '' Nights melt the shadow ''- there is no shadow in the absence of light (at the night) and there is no suffering in the absence of life(in death) . The inner defense shows the ending- excellent poem. Voted 10. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/20/2017 2:28:00 PM)


    Life! ! Looking into the mirror. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (6/20/2017 1:05:00 PM)


    It is like reminding oneself again and again that there is nothing left be cheered about and the end is round the corner and 'Luggage largely packed.... little left to do', May be disappointments?
    I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
    My life is almost over; that's my fact.
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  • Lantz Pierre (6/20/2017 3:57:00 AM)


    One of the few times I tolerate rhyme without a frown is in the course of a well-turned villanelle. The density of the form with its repeated lines complicated by the simple ABA rhyme scheme poses the sorts of difficulties that demands an agile touch to break through. Berman does an exemplary job with it here using the villanelle's natural prismatic qualities to best advantage, mimicking the kaleidescopic effect of the cracks in a mirror. Further, the turning in on itself naturally lends to the meditative state induced by coming to the end of one's life. A very noble marriage of form and content. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (6/20/2017 12:43:00 AM)


    In life there is a begining that can be seen in the unbroken mirror. Through time the mirror gets cracked and the fact of being old creates further cracks. A fine poem written lyrically.+++10

    Robert
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/23/2016 1:51:00 PM)


    The broken mirror is a melancholy song from a poet who lost his hope in life and waiting for death to embrace... (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2012 5:50:00 AM)


    what is the poem about? what messages is it trying to portray? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 3, 2012



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