What have they to do with love's bleakest shapes,
these radiantly formed and tinted tropic fish
pouting, flirting, veiling themselves with pleated fans,
artfully poised as end-of-season debutantes?
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Brilliant writing. Many a gem. However, I could not follow all the threads because overall there was a pessimism, and if my mind is the one descending from the family problems to the fish for sale I feel tricked. But it is also hard to trust a poem in which the characters, such as the families and the fish and the mollies with flintlocks seem sincere and unselfconscious and trust the world but the poet doesn't and her mood is ironical and cynical.