Every week, on this page, we will show a different poem from a selection of poems chosen by prominent members of the Robert Graves Society.
IN BROKEN IMAGES
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 amd sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
[From Poems 1929 (1929)]