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My father died, my brother too, They passed like fleeting dreams, I stood where Popocatapetl In the sunlight gleams. Whether in the bringing of the flowers or of the food She offers plenty, and is part of plenty, And whether I see her stooping, or leaning with the flowers, What she does is ages old, and she is not simply, No, but lovely in that way. Christopher Reid So many love poems are concerned with the exciting preliminaries: More recently, the love poem seems to have emerged from the shadows again.
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I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower— O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour:. He proceeds like a painter, coaxing coherence from disparate elements. The Neighbourhood by Mario Vargas Llosa: That the poet is anonymous, adds further to the mystery of the piece written about I should probably feel embarrassed at telling Ireland that this is my favourite love poem, but am unabashed.
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I gazed entranced upon his face Fairer than any flower— O shining Popocatapetl It was thy magic hour:.
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