When he was four years old, he stood at the window during a
thunderstorm. His father, a tailor, sat on the table sewing.
He came up to his father and said, "I know what makes
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In the present world these events are somewhat usual and highlighting the theme in this poem the poet had a wonderful image presented in poem and likes it.
I cannot comprehend the depth of a poet's soul who can take hold of a single life, no matter how it was lived out, and make us care because he makes us feel a part of another, akin to each other, brother and sister under the skin