Reflections
(I) IN IRELAND A mirror faced a mirror: ire and hate Opposite ire and hate: the multiplied, The complex charge rejected, intricate, From side to sullen side; One plot, one crime, one treachery, nay, one name, Assumed, denounced, in echoes of replies. The doubt, exchanged, lit thousands of one flame Within those mutual eyes. (II) IN "OTHELLO" A mirror faced a mirror: in sweet pain His dangers with her pity did she track, Received her pity with his love again, And these she wafted back. That masculine passion in her little breast She bandied with him; her compassion he Bandied with her. What tender sport! No rest Had love's infinity. (III) IN TWO POETS A mirror faced a mirror: O thy word, Thou lord of images, did lodge in me, Locked to my heart, homing from home, a bird, A carrier, bound for thee. Thy migratory greatness, greater far For that return, returns; now grow divine By endlessness my visiting thoughts, that are Those visiting thoughts of thine.
Alice Meynell’s other poems:
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):