I was intrigued by the depths of this poem. Every time I read it I get something different from the words. I know the words remain the same. My mind is in a different place giving the words a different meaning. The context of thought I bring to life influence what I see and how I respond. Same thing read by someone else will bring a different view to them with their context. One of the fascinating things in art is exposing my inner most self only to have it interpreted differently by the viewer because they bring their view of their world and imprint it on my creation. The subtlety of art is somewhere along the way it stops being mine and becomes being theirs.