POEM:
Crown of the Cerro
(Unishcoto Ruins)
Up the *cerro to Unishcoto-I followed the rocks,
They changed from outline to shape, but scarcely a respire did I linger
I captive from small rock to stone, whatsoever had human shapes, others looked approaching old bones-.
I well-nigh got misplaced in the intensifying light,
Close by me my guide, my wife-a slap-up meal of wreck resided on top
And sparse hair style combed the field thereabouts;
A white and dark blue sky, which looked like-
A wavering sea was overhead-
And then, then
There was the diadem of the hummock ahead-
"Unishcoto!"
#1521 *Cerro=hill
Commentary:
"Readers & Poets"
The writer seeks speech once he should be want matter, more apprehensive beside choiceness of the verse, construction or text than cleanly opus of the sentence, and the aesthetic that should be in the clauses. We have need of to weigh the issue and the worthy of the problem (in the verse) more, and peradventure get amended judgments as readers and poets-lest we go stern to the uninformed Stone Age.
Commentary:
The Demon in Poetry
The poet, he repeatedly lives in a soul that is tarnished from his past, he looks too long-lived backwards, once he should be looking anterior. He may have mellowed passion, overblown feelings, sentiment, but that cannot tug him out of his morbid dreams, or the debris lots consciousness required to communicate. He necessarily to select the treasures of the past, to enjoy the endowment (if merely he could).
Most poets dwell at the sound property of frenzy, they will the devil in the genre because it makes it more than beta. If he takes him out, he may have to get rid of evil, and claim with go as it is.
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