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I dreamed one man stood against a thousand,
One man damned as a wrongheaded fool.
One year and another he walked the streets,
And a thousand shrugs and hoots
Met him in the shoulders and mouths he passed.
He died alone.
And only the undertaker came to his funeral.
Flowers grow over his grave anod in the wind,
And over the graves of the thousand, too,
The flowers grow anod in the wind.
Flowers and the wind,
Flowers anod over the graves of the dead,
Petals of red, leaves of yellow, streaks of white,
Masses of purple sagging...
I love you and your great way of forgetting.
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so i'm doing a report on the meaning of this poem. and though i have my own opinion and idea for this, i need sources to back my writing...can anyone think of anything where i could find an analysis or can someone give me an analysis?
ari from United States