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what you think of this poem?. a detailed analysis of this wonderful poem? thanks m? lto. Finally you made sull'album that Once opened, he sent me distracted. All your et? Matt and glossy black pages thick! Too much confectionery, equally rich: I am choking on these images nutrients. My eye of the swivel starving by laying the installation — In braids, innestanti a reluctant cat; O furred yourself, a sweet girl-graduated; Or raise a heavy-headed? increased Under a trellis, or in a trilby hat - (Weak disturbing, that, in several senses) — From each side hit my control, Especially through those disturbing that these cracks to loll facilit? about your day pi? in advance: Not quite your class, I 'd say, dear, as a whole. But o, photography! because? there '? nessun'arte, Faithful and disappointing! that records The days with acute with acute and hold-it smiles as fraud, not censor defects As the wash-lines and Hall 's Borders of-Tempera, But shows a cat as disinclined and tonalit? Tion as a doubled when?, That tolerance Your sincerit? What gives? on his face! As so overwhelming persaude What this? a real girl in a actual In every sense empirically true! O? just the past? Those flowers, that gate, these parks foggy and engines, torn Just as you, you Conclude my heart watching outdated. S?, Align, but in the end, of course, we cry Not only exclusion, but what are they? Lets you free to shout. We know what was Won 't call on us to justify Our grief, however hard through yowl The split from the eye to page. What? are left To grieve for (without a Probability? Accordingly) You, balanced on a bicycle against a fence; To ask for if you 'd point of theft Of this of you who wet, and to condense, In short, a past that no one can now share, No matter in your future, calm and dry, It takes a Gradica heaven and you are now L Unvariably beautiful? " Pi? little cleaner as the years go next.
Moyna