She isn't in "The Complete Poems" on my desk.
If she saw a Marxist theme, she wouldn't understand.
Still she smiles - even though it's cold February outside.
Breezy in white cotton, she leans her head
against a pillar of a tree trunk.
Soft thickets of small pinkish flowers
reach out toward her hand across the grass;
blue, sparkly water spreads silently lapping at nothing
behind the grove.
And I turn back to Interpretation of Literature
with Dr. So-and-so, who tells us
we should not read for "enjoyment"
with a smile like he knows he used to be that foolish
as an undergrad.
I'm curious if this actually makes sense...comments on that would be appreciated : )
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If I ever considered you my peer when it came to this business, I now recant. I am still stuck on old fashioned rhyme and stanza patterns.
I LOVE this. Do I understand it completely--probably not, but enough to be carried away like the narrator is.
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