It is yourself you seek <br />In a long rage, <br />Scanning through light and darkness <br />Mirrors, the page, <br /> <br />Where should reflected be <br />Those eyes and that thick hair, <br />That passionate look, that laughter. <br />You should appear <br /> <br />Within the book, or doubled, <br />Freed, in the silvered glass; <br />Into all other bodies <br />Yourself should pass. <br /> <br />The glass does not dissolve; <br />Like walls the mirrors stand; <br />The printed page gives back <br />Words by another hand. <br /> <br />And your infatuate eye <br />Meets not itself below; <br />Strangers lie in your arms <br />As I lie now.<br /><br />Louise Bogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-alone/
