A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault.
Why did you enter the bed
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wise words in this brilliant poem.what it says is true and easy to understand.
Geography of youth recklessness leads to the end concluding lines One night I will be killed in the hands of a benevolent foe(Wife or girl friend) than for the poem..
I thought I understood this, until I came to the second word. Anyhow, my conjecture has projected its own significance upon the piece, and it has not been an unworthwhile exercise, though I confess I will never know whether the trajectory of my surmisals mirrors at all the furrows of the poet's ruminations.