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What You Lose Matters Only Later
At Fourscore I came home.
On the way I met a man from the village,
I asked him who there was at home.
"That over there is your house,
All covered over with trees and bushes"
Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole
Pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof.
In the Courtyard was growing some wild grain;
And by the well, some wild mallows.
I'll boil the grain and make porridge,
I'll pluck the mallows and make soup.
Soup and porridge are both cooked,
But there is no-one to eat them with.
I went out and looked towards the east,
While tears fell and wetted my clothes.
The features of this poem are that first of all it is very emotional, especially in the end. I will say all that it doesn't have first so the poem doesn't...
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