You're at peace again.
You smell her musk
and sweat
on your skin again.
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Dear Doren, I'm re and re-reading this poem to glean its pleasure, and I'm simultaneously liking what I feel while feeling disconnected. I'm undoubtedly ignorant in so many ways, and I want to know what that second stanza means or is meant to portray-that is, I don't know Crane Hart's work beyond the obvious, and when you propose the part about human personality I get lost. Can you clue me in? Phillip
A favorite. I have returned and read this several times.