Rose
To the end of the world I pass and back again
In flights of the mind; yet always find you here,
Remote, pale, unattached . . . O Circe-too-clear-eyed,
Watching amused your fawning tiger-thoughts,
Your wolves, your grotesque apes -- relent, relent!
Be less wary for once: it is the evening.
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This poem is talking about a girl that is missing the boy
And then I think this poem is talking about a girl that is
missing the boy, but the boy is in far far away,
can't see the boy, so she keep the boy's face in her mind.
To the end of the world I pass and back again
In flights of the mind; yet always find you here,
Remote, pale, unattached . . . O Circe-too-clear-eyed,
Watching amused your fawning tiger-thoughts,
Your wolves, your grotesque apes -- relent, relent!
Be less wary for once: it is the evening.
_________________________________
This poem is talking about a girl that is missing the boy
And then I think this poem is talking about a girl that is
missing the boy, but the boy is in far far away,
can't see the boy, so she keep the boy's face in her mind.
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