Poem- In Broken Images- By Robert Graves

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He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken image
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken
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;
l continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.​
 
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