Turning away from un-faceable, angry mirror
Hunted, hated reflection in tainted mirror
Someone else is loving him, touching him, I blame
Them all – “the glass points in my direction,” O sainted mirror
From enchanted wall you cry “Fairest of them all!”
She is in far-away land and I have a painted mirror
Imprisoned soul within, O Narcissus, you weep
For love of the man you see in rain-filled mirror
Cold, unfeeling and naked liquid sings
“Truth shall set you free” only in haunted mirror
Yahweh, with murderous beauty, veils and covers
His kleos[1], lethal, from sight of mortal, faded mirror
The ancient tree hungrily imbibes his crimson Holy Water
And dewdrops slip sensuously towards green, veinèd mirror
I see myself only in hues of purple, it is cold
To hold hands with death and gaze into fainted mirror
Marble and clay and silver and pearl
Topaz slices the finger of earth in beautied mirror
And I, Liria, tell you to be only seen and known
For oblivion waits patiently in this prison of tainted mirror
[1] “κλέος” is the Greek word for “glory;” the connotation is, “what people have said about you.”
