i'm reading a poem called, Those who cannot dance by Gabriela Misral and i'm not understanding the poem. The thing that i'm most confused by is: Then spoke the poor dead thistle,
But I, How shall I dance?
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said.
I REALLY need help understanding this poem!!!
Please help ASAP!!!!!!!!
But I, How shall I dance?
Let your heart fly to the wind
We said.
I REALLY need help understanding this poem!!!
Please help ASAP!!!!!!!!