Mutatis Mutandis - Invoice No. 23: Speculum

A poem about a poem can only be
About a man who thinks about himself
Only.
No, not himself: the image of himself.

Narcissus fell in love, not with himself
But with an image in a pool whom he
Did not know as himself.
What a ninny.
This " spiritual celibate " (the words
Belong to Eliot) must have known the truth.

The figure in the water was a man,
The figure in the water was himself.
No man can love himself, no man a man.

The woman in my mirror is me not I.
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