Broken Images by Robert Graves

He is quick, thinking in clear images;

I am slow, thinking in broken images. 

He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;

I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images. 

Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;

Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance. 

Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;

Questioning their relevance, I question the fact. 

When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;

When the fact fails me, I approve my senses. 

He continues quick and dull in his clear images;

I continue slow and sharp in my broken images. 

He in a new confusion of his understanding;

I in a new understanding of my confusion. 

                     Robert Graves