 Musetta's Waltz 2009-03-05 . chapter 1There's a loveliness in this poem that I can't quite put my finger on. The first stanza makes its impression as a whole, no line in it is that significant but taken together it is impressive.
The thrice repeated cold is terrific. I think of stars which are brilliant ice and fire.
And your last word - perfect.
I see a dark green field under a deep sky, waving with tall grass and the promise of rain in the air. |