I had a little trouble with
Black Mirror: The Selected Poems of Roger Gilbert-Lecomte. The writing is beautiful, but I was never fully drawn in. Somehow I didn't fully enter these poems. I enjoyed much of the lyricism and rich language. Many, many lines stood out for me. But few entire poems grabbed me.
"The pallor/of one's foibles."
"To the forever unfinished and ever agonized/Human face"
"Become the secret of blind change"
"To loathe myself and drink through my thin skin"
"The prodigious appearance of the lovely monsters it creates"
My favorite: "To me alone a lovely scandal"
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