Abstract
Where is your authentic body? You
are the only one who can never see
yourself as an image; you never use
your eyes unless they are dulled by
the gaze they rest upon, in the mirror
or the lens, (I am interested in seeing
my eyes only when they look at you) .
. . you are condemned to the
repertoire of its images.
Roland Barthes
Vision never leaves the body, but sits
at its margins or only leaves it when
the eye is thrown away and the world
becomes encapsulated in a broader
metaphoric range: my self, the hole
where my eye was, and the eye lying
across the room.
Sarah Stanbury
Amra Raza. (2005) The formation of the ‘I’ through the ‘Eye’ in Derek Walcott’s Poetry, Journal of Research ( Humanities), Vol XLI, Issue 1 .
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