' ' ' ' The Gentleman Of Shallot Comments

This confusion of reality with reflection reminds me of two lines by Yan Li, a poet who lives in Shanghai: BEFORE MY EYES DRIPPING WITH QUICKSILVER TEARS THE MIRROR SHOWS GLASS GROWN PUFFY WITH CRYING

GREAT....UNIQUE POEM....KEEEEEEEEEP WRITING :) :)

Bodies of glass... So fragile............ Bodies of glass... Not made to last.. Memories blurred by time...or seen clearly...in memories...