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    R. S. Thomas reads his poem Reflections

    Reflections
    by R. S. Thomas (1913-2000)

    The furies are at home
    in the mirror; it is their address.
    Even the clearest water,
    if deep enough can drown.

    Never think to surprise them.
    Your face approaching ever
    so friendly is the white flag
    they ignore. There is no truce

    with the furies. A mirror's temperature
    is always at zero. It is ice
    in the veins. Its camera
    is an X-ray. It is a chalice

    held out to you in
    silent communion, where gaspingly
    you partake of a shifting
    identity never your own.