Morning sun rises
On the window down the street
Reflection but real
Morning or mourning? If the latter, this is an immensely complex poem.
Awfully glad you spotted it. Such mistake not the first time. Enigma, stigma; exacerbate, exasperate, etc. Complex even without mistakes. No wonder I flunked English at high school.
I bet you speak a whole lot more languages, more fluently than I do. It can work with mourning – you have to see the ‘reflection but real’ as a reference to someone who used to be there, but is no longer… poetry can be very elastic.
So, “mourning” might work as well, if a story can be created in the depth of imagination. “Poetry can be very elastic.” Yes, I understand. Your comment is so beautiful, and instructive.
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