Monday, March 7, 2011

In Broken Images.

He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.

He becomes dull, trusting to 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.

Robert Graves


  1. Ooooh! I love the use of parallel form here! I haven't heard of Robert Graves before, but I must go look him up!

  2. What an excellent poem! I think I may have to look up Robert Graves as well.

    P. S. - I am so happy you posted on here! :)

  3. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write something, I had no idea what I was going to post and things were hectic so I just kept putting it off.
    But I really love this poem, and just knew I had to share it :)
    I'm glad that I finally did though :)