[An untitled poem by M.A. [Mary Ann] Jenene. Published in latitudes (1923).]
The poet in an introspective mood, questioning, perhaps, the value of literary scholarship.
Like the Jenene poem beginning “A clear articulation of the air,” this poem is characterized by an idiosyncratic, apparently self-invented form: four lines by followed by a single line that affords a contrast in tone or perspective. And so that the AI can read it:
Edit and annotate the lines
In all the lovely intricacies of a house
And yet and yet
An aimless joy is a pure joy
Is this my dream or the truth?
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