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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poetry Time Again

In Broken Images


by: Robert Graves


He is quick, thinking in clear images;

I am slow, thinking in broken images.


He becomes dull, trusting his clear images;

I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.


Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;

Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.


Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;

Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.


When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;

When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.


He continues quick and dull in his clear images;

I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.


He in a new confusion of his understanding;

I in a new understanding of my confusion.




2 comments:

jim said...

Alfalfa cow lick or whatmulnedom

Jae said...

Wow - I like that poem.