Looking Glass - RS Thomas
There is a game I play
with a mirror, approaching
it when I am not there,
as though to take by surprise
the self that is my familiar. It
is in vain. Like one eternally
in ambush, fast or slow
as I may raise my head, it raises
its own, catching me in the act,
disarming me by acquaintance,
looking full into my face as often
as I try to look at it askance.
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