It was a bombinate like nothing else
But I felt untroubled
Since cataracts have calm rivers
And cloying honey is murmurous form
The offing is not my wherewithal
But only leaves me left here
So when I left the former loved
Then did I leave
For me of leaven
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Author:
Finley Oaktree (Pseudonym) (
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Damn! How you nearly drive me bonkers by failing to add the title since I could arrive at multiple, yet since I do not know your intention, I cannot suggest any. Lovely.
Haha, thank you! Give me one title, please?
Alright, I'll try just off the top after rereading it aloud just now: You Didn't Really Want To Know, Now, Did You?
But that's my style in titling since the entire piece is one grand puzzle with so many facets from the individual lines, to the thoughts, to the stanza, to the title which arrives at itself AFTER the stanza is finished composing itself, so to speak. Too complicated a title?
I appreciate that, but I'm not sure I understand it. Do you have another way of explaining it? Where in the poem does the title arrive? I'm asking out of interest!
It's NOT thar any certain word or line in particular inspired that title I suggested. Rather it's the sense from all, start to finish which suggested that title to me. The poem is a creature flirting with the reader; being asked to name it begs I know it better than I thought I did. You know?
I see. That’s interesting! Wouldn’t really know what to say other than that. Don’t want to say too much, you know
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