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How do I explain this poem? Any tips?
In the evening dusk when earth
Is half star, half rock of red light,
When heaven opens to let out her crew
Of white, bread-cheeked angels, marching
On to moral wars,
At six, exactly, the family
Sits to supper. I watch them
In secret from my second floor apartment.
All hands, I see a Punch and Judy
Farce; the right and left take turns.
The window is their stage. They perform
For me, alone. They pass. They set.
Their pats of butter, stewing
The tears from the fleshy buns;
And finally, they settle their places,
Unfold their napkins, and begin
The feast,
I am alone and hungry
And I watch this every night
From my voting botth room.
If I turned on the light
They would see me. But I never.
The hands would reattach themselves
And who knows what country
Their bodies dwell in.
I think this person craves a family and companionship, but must make do with this peeping tom approach
