There is something uncanny about the way our poet
weaves her images. They all are infused with life; a forest of life.
We might crave the assurance of a God head but we might equally yearn
for a pantheistic sense of peace. The metaphor extends from verse to
verse until the final two verses which become vibrant with something
of our humanity. There might be something mystical about this piece.
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