Broken Images He is quick, thinking in clear iamages; 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.
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.
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 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. by Robert Graves from To Read a Poem Holy Rinehart and Winston, 1992 Enjoying the content on 3QD.