In Broken Images Poem by Robert Graves

In Broken Images

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John N. 06 May 2020

Wonder when narration robots, or bots, will become poetic readers?

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Fariha khan 23 February 2020

Bekar explanation hy

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 14 May 2019

HE HAD A CLEARER MIND THAN MOST WE

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