What do you think of my friend's poem?

It's kind of in the middle of a larger poem, but tell me what you think



To the white sand I may speak a name, fertile

Albeit in a stranger tongue. Tree names, flower names

Deliberate, gainsay death's brittle cript. Meanwhile

The wind that knots itself in one great death--

Coils and withdraws. So syllables want breath.

What do you think of my friend's poem?
Wow so deep and captivating . I really love your wording and your command of language
Reply:Oh ok, hehe sneaky :) Report It
Reply:Interesting, but to me your friend seems too caught up in using big difficult words to worry so much about the symbolism or sense. Perhaps it would make more sense taken in context of the greater poem, but as it is, only bits and pieces seem to make any sense.
Reply:Reminiscent of Shakespeare, and Milton, I agree. In the style of classic English literature.
Reply:very shakesperean
Reply:One of the few decent poems that I've seen posted here.
Reply:nope, don't like

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