technique. As we read the poem we remember the story anew--and remember the fated pregnancy cravings and the garden of luscious vegetables. Every clever metaphor and simile in the poem is green and cabbage-inspired, and as we read the poem and enjoy the play of these, our enjoyment suddenly seems out of place, we are wrong-footed--this is a tragedy, after all.from The Guardian: Poetry Workshop: Parallel worlds
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