Boston Review — Gustaf Sobin: Psyche

JULY/AUGUST 2010

Psyche

Gustaf Sobin

. . . who’d swallowed your gaze, the very
glint of
your heart, there
where it refracted, once, within the
wet rippling of that
ir-

reproachable mirror. wanted your
hands back, didn’t you, the pressure your

fingers exerted in
molding earth to the
air’s
radiant anatomy. twirled spoons, tapped

shadows, attempted to wean from the
rock those lost
sonorities. were little more, now, than the

residue of that chimeric lustre, the
backwash of what, in
default of
its reflections, had long since

dissolved. bone of your bone, breath of your
breath, how will you recognize your-
self now that that
glow’s
gone under?

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Psyche

How much does the Narcissus myth play out in the author's account of this fine poem? If any. It is provocative, however, if there is any comparison to the Greek myth, we really don't know how much of Narcissus' reflection was seen by him. How much of the self was recognized? The physical attributes we understand, hands, fingers, even the air, but if there is more reflected than mere aesthetics, then what is perceived thru the senses is not the whole psyche.

— posted 11/06/2010 at 17:50 by Marsha Moore


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