narcissism

[sweetwater]

... then all the charm is broken
all that phantom world so fair vanishes
and a thousand circlets spread
and each mis-shape the other
stay awhile poor youth who scarcely dos't lift up thine eyes
the stream will soon renew its smoothness
soon the visions will return
and lo - he stays
and soon the fragments dim of lovely form
come trembling back and now once more
the pool becomes a mirror ...

samuel taylor coleridge - composer of music
commentary:
narciss (lost youth - poetry as lament)


langston hughes

the calm cool face
of the river
asked me for a kiss