An Hour Ago Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

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I wish you had included some of the hubbub of the party in this poem and instead of giving us just a metaphor of the guests' speech to wit chirping had spelled out what they were saying. There is a kind of emptiness in the midst of so much frivolity, even though the narration highlights a hubbub what we encounter is a prevailing silence. But the silence is internal, the poem really takes place not IN the party but rather IN the speaker's head. Most of the guests may be simply chattering, small talk-ing, speaking nothing of value - but wait a moment! that young woman, the one sitting by the fountain, in the summer dress with its flower pattern, she just quoted a line by John Keats, I couldn't catch it but she said it reminded of something Leopardi wrote...Oh, she's getting up... Stop her! Don't let her take her charm and sense elsewhere...