Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

In Broken Images

Poem by Robert Graves

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 about In Broken Images by Robert Graves

  • John N. (5/6/2020 10:41:00 AM)

    Wonder when narration robots, or bots, will become poetic readers?(Report)Reply

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  • Fariha khan (2/23/2020 4:21:00 AM)

    Bekar explanation hy(Report)Reply

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  • Me Poet Yeps PoetMe Poet Yeps Poet (5/14/2019 10:53:00 PM)

    HE HAD A CLEARER MIND THAN MOST WE(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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