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minus-squarepntha@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up3arrow-down2·4 months agoi can’t help but read the last verse as a jealous reflection that turns the whole poem sour. it was beautiful up until that point. now i just read the thought of a jealous person rejecting sharing in the warmth and happiness of the grandma.
minus-squareBonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up1arrow-down1·4 months agoYes I agree, it darkens it.
minus-squarepntha@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up1·4 months agonot so much darkens it, more so it makes the author sound more interested in themselves than the happiness of their grandmother.
minus-squareBonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up1arrow-down1·4 months agoAlso true. I still enjoy it though. We’re all selfish sometimes.
minus-squaregrrgyle@slrpnk.netlinkfedilinkarrow-up1·4 months agoI agree it darkens it. Thanks for sharing
i can’t help but read the last verse as a jealous reflection that turns the whole poem sour. it was beautiful up until that point. now i just read the thought of a jealous person rejecting sharing in the warmth and happiness of the grandma.
Yes I agree, it darkens it.
not so much darkens it, more so it makes the author sound more interested in themselves than the happiness of their grandmother.
Also true. I still enjoy it though. We’re all selfish sometimes.
I agree it darkens it. Thanks for sharing