On His Own Face In A Glass Poem by Ezra Pound

On His Own Face In A Glass

Rating: 2.9


O strange face there in the glass!
O ribald company, O saintly host,
O sorrow-swept my fool,
What answer? O ye myriad
That strive? and play and pass,
Jest, challenge, counterlie!
I? I? I?
And ye?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 02 January 2020

He seems disappointed at seeing his own reflection in a mirror. I know the feeling. The image he sees is 'ribald company' for himself, yet also 'sorrow-swept'. A short poem which has depth.

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Ezra Pound

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