He is quick, thinking in clear images.
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting 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.
- Robert Graves
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting 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.
- Robert Graves
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1 comment:
Absolutely lovely, full of paradoxes, juxtaposing the questionable and reliable in new light. I can read it over and over.. each time I'll understand something new, think something new, feel something new.. Beautiful Divya Beautiful.
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