Insert my "I'm not really good at this poetry analysis stuff, but..." here. Okay, now that that's out of the way...

I really enjoyed this poem! I'm not usually fond of this style of poetry, but the dynamic between nature and man and the colorful, clever imagery present here make for an intriguing narrative, and those factors really drew me in and kept me engaged from start to finish.

The second stanza, in particular, really stood out to me. In a way, the flower sought out its revenge, but not of its own volition--the persistent back-and-forth between recognition and denial of one's own glaring mortality is the curse. There's a "perverse satisfaction" to being more powerful than another living creature, but that doesn't change the fact that death is as inevitable for the flower and the tree as it is for all of us, and the way you highlighted that here was brilliant.

That being said, this was hard to follow due to the language being used and took a few rereads for me to really get to any capacity (and I still kind of doubt I really understand the poem, if I'm being frank), but that's likely a shortcoming on my part.

Overall, this poem was a fun and also an incredibly existential read. It has a lot of personality and is different from most of what I've seen so far in my short time on this subreddit. Love it!

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я уже скидывал что англичане думают про мои стихи

я уже скидывал что англичане думают про мои стихи

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