And the city stood in its brightness when years later I returned,
And life was running out, Ruteboeuf's or Villon's,
Descendants already born were dancing their dances,
Women looked in their mirrors, made from a new metal,
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unbelievable.. only 1 vote was expressed and it was a.. '4'! ? 'someone' who is member of PH (and so, he/she should love and -possibly- understand poetry) values this beautiful poem as a ''low-grade-product'' of a great human mind! ! On the contrary, this is Poetry (capital 'P') . So, tell me: why do let readers rate poetry? ? Rating a poem, as well as putting a 'like' or a 'dislike', is -too often- just letting people use their guts, not brains..
Surreal; to return as ashes and see the brightness of a city of past abode amid 'new metal, granite museum and debts owed.