Here are two pupils <br />whose moons of black <br />transform to cripples <br />all who look: <br /> <br />each lovely lady <br />who peers inside <br />take on the body <br />of a toad. <br /> <br />Within these mirrors <br />the world inverts: <br />the fond admirer's <br />burning darts <br /> <br />turn back to injure <br />the thrusting hand <br />and inflame to danger <br />the scarlet wound. <br /> <br />I sought my image <br />in the scorching glass, <br />for what fire could damage <br />a witch's face? <br /> <br />So I stared in that furnace <br />where beauties char <br />but found radiant Venus <br />reflected there. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-looking-into-the-eyes-of-a-demon-lover/
