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You, my only love, I seek;
Obsolete!
Crowned head of men, above all,
Draws crowds no longer; forgot,
love is not!
Kneel before the wailing wall.
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I would like to comment on the "Draws crowds." I can see where Spinnekop is coming from...however I can also read that line in two different ways. I'm thinking that it might once again simply be a comma issue. However, this poem is written in such a way...that I don't think it really matters. I feel like this poem could shoot off and land anywhere. I would like to hear this spoken.
I like the title of this poem a great deal. Small little spelling error: 'Obselete' should be 'Obsolete'. And correct me if I am wrong but should it not be 'Draw crowds'. Pretty little poem although I am not entirely sure as to the intent of the poem. What exactly you are trying to say eludes me. But that is probably just me. I like the feel of the poem however and like I said that title is just fantastic.
