You make me think of many men
Once met, to be forgot again
Or merely resurrected
In a parenthesis of wit
That found them hastening through it
Too brisk to be inspected.
Notes
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
The lyrical form of this poem is aabccb.
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touche.
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neutral
a good write. in its simplist form.
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