The Mirror Poem by Robert Creeley

The Mirror

Rating: 3.8


Seeing is believing.
Whatever was thought or said,

these persistent, inexorable deaths
make faith as such absent,

our humanness a question,
a disgust for what we are.

Whatever the hope,
here it is lost.

Because we coveted our difference,
here is the cost.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 25 August 2019

I like this poem. Thee mirror can be a difficult thing to look into, 'because we coveted our difference'.

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Patrick Bois 16 January 2009

Brilliant, like pills melting on an angry tongue!

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Robert Creeley

Arlington, Massachusetts
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