You look for the small, sharp thing. Find one line, one word even, tell what it is and why it sits there in the poem. That is enough for one mark.
My daughter brings her book, and we sit with the orange trees. I tell her it is like pointing at the mist clinging to a single leaf—you say what you see, and why it belongs to that branch alone. The big meaning of the whole sky can wait.
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