The review style (for me) expands the range of voices apt for poetry. This poem turns a few screws that the original Auden poem turned, but much more personally, inwardly. The pain of canned laughter is palpable, scarring juxtaposed to Auden's poem of artful philosophy. Both poems strike different chambers of the heart, awaken dulled corners of the mind.
The review style (for me) expands the range of voices apt for poetry. This poem turns a few screws that the original Auden poem turned, but much more personally, inwardly. The pain of canned laughter is palpable, scarring juxtaposed to Auden's poem of artful philosophy. Both poems strike different chambers of the heart, awaken dulled corners of the mind.
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