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    Robert Graves - The Face In The Mirror


    by poetictouch

    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.