Robert Graves performs his poem The Face In The Mirror The Face In The Mirror by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly glaring From wide, uneven orbits; one brow drooping Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment still inhering, Skin-deep, as a foolish record of old-world fighting. Crookedly broken nose — low tackling caused it; Cheeks, furrowed; coarse grey hair, flying frenetic; Forehead, wrinkled and high; Jowls, prominent; ears, large; jaw, pugilistic; Teeth, few; lips, full and ruddy; mouth, ascetic. I pause with razor poised, scowling derision At the mirrored man whose beard needs my attention, And once more ask him why He still stands ready, with a boy’s presumption, To court the queen in her high silk pavilion.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 14:03:05 +0000
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