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For me this poem has such a baking glow: the palm, the gold-feathered bird, the bronze. The palm brings the heat and the desert. And all of it at the "end" of the mind. At a boundary of space and time, when the mind and reason matters no longer, far from meaning.
That's what poetry can and should be.
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+## Further appreciation and comment
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+- [The Poem](https://ofmerebeing.com/the-poem/)