Reviews for No More Oysters |
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![]() ![]() ![]() Everyone pays too much Intent to what invites in front And beyond reflection When it is the delicate slide Of the fingerfelt side Where merriment pools |
![]() ![]() ![]() This is truly a beautiful and evocative poem. The vividness and intensity is striking, particularly in the lines "And what lustrous whisper or Lusty scream she might sing In the dark moonless night". |