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For my ear and eye the rhythm persists until the shocking last line, bleak as it is. I love the echoed g sounds in 'begins,' 'again,' and then how they seem to open and groan through 'ghastly.' Even outside of the plot of the poem, these words speak to the finitude of life and friendship.
Apr 26, 2025, 1:42 PM
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