He felt the entrance's green darkness
wrapped cooly round him like a silken cloak
that he was still accepting and arranging;
when at the opposite transparent end, far off,
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This is how to make a scene, an incident, vivid! And I relate to how a strong sensory impression leaves its traces with us. For you who read this and might want to read something similar, see my poem “She Walks.” -GK
'first there forever, and then not at all.' Using images of shape, cloak and light to achieve a fleeting presence which was there and then gone.
From a clear new unselfconcious face! With the muse of the race. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A wonderful abridge version of a story poem.