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?
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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8/2/2026 12:44:16 PM # rel_20260801T223347Z_c882427
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.