Hello Carl,
            Thanks for your reaction to this piece. Yes, the final line does `tell´ you something, and yes, some aspects of the description do conform to being in love. Does the poem, then, feel like being in love? And if not, then I´d be interested to know what conclusion you draw from that fact, if you´re sufficiently interested to pursue the topic further, that is.



Best wishes,   mike




--- Alkuperäinen viesti ---
I have two objections to the last line. First, it is very telly: the
writer is simply handing me a conclusion. Second, some aspects of the
description easily conform to aspects of feeling in love.

Carl
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The Winter Palace In Summer

Snow now is no more than a memory,
like an image of perfection.
A name is not enough to halt the seasons
but the nights are almost as light as day
and offer a refuge from our fears.
An owl glides between the trees
in silent search of dusk and prey.
A 100 years of pain are on the palace walls
but near the ornamental waters
the statue of a nymph stands inviolate,
surrounded by tall elms.
The moon is nearly full, and faint
among the shattered clouds.
This feels nothing like being in love.