the unsilvered glass (nothing)

Poem #264 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


but what

he asked of the air

what can I see
in such a glass

there is no silver
no backing

surely
no reflection

when I gaze into
a mirror
I expect
to see myself
gazing at myself

me
and doppelgang

but this

this

is surely
merest glass

none-the-less
and
gingerly
he approached
and duly
he gazed

astonished to see
through
himself

the glass –
an honest broker –
undeceived
showed him clear

a transparent view

showed him
truly
nothing


© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #265: tba

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