Laura Riding

(January 16, 1901 – September 2, 1991 / New York City)

With The Face


With the face goes a mirror
As with the mind a world.
Likeness tells the doubting eye
That strangeness is not strange.
At an early hour and knowledge
Identity not yet familiar
Looks back upon itself from later,
And seems itself.

To-day seems now.
With reality-to-be goes time.
With the mind goes a world.
Wit the heart goes a weather.
With the face goes a mirror
As with the body a fear.
Young self goes staring to the wall
Where dumb futurity speaks calm,
And between then and then
Forebeing grows of age.

The mirror mixes with the eye.
Soon will it be the very eye.
Soon will the eye that was
The very mirror be.
Death, the final image, will shine
Transparently not otherwise
Than as the dark sun described
With such faint brightnesses.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: mirror, identity, weather, fear, dark, world, death, sun, time, heart

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (With The Face by Laura Riding )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. O Man, Where Will You Go With Your Funda.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  2. Gently Stirs The Breeze, Rondeau, Captain Cur
  3. She, Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)
  4. Back To The Beginning, Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)
  5. Honour Killing, What Will You Get Killin.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  6. The bark, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  7. This Is India, Here A Village Fool Can A.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. All The Time The Talk About Fanaticism &.., Bijay Kant Dubey
  9. Helpless, Robert Melliard
  10. नोँ सोर गोसो, Ronjoy Brahma

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]