Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumed
Is touched with what reality we feel,
Bends to itself and, to itself resumed,
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The subtlety and perfection of this Petrarchan sonnet reveals Bowers as a genius of insight and a master of language. I bow before the man who could see and say at this high level. Vivienne
A masterly sonnet on a delicate analogy. 'Ut pictura poesis.'
These are not comments And certainly not poems Bowers IS a poet Leave him alone He needs no pedantic analogy Oops I just did the same