Can u make the question clear?
when i wake up in the morning i look around and say man my room is a mess. I get up and start cleaning then i stop and think "im to young for this" so I call my mom to tell her to clean it? does this happen to you? hope this helps?!
The theme of this is the idea that all the actions which you do to try to determine the aesthetic of a poem is vain if you in any way feel the need to manipulate it or even try to interpret it -- it is its own being. It is a complex, incalculable demonstration of beauty.
The answer to this is true
