I mentioned this poem because I find it beautifully constructed, a joy to read, and thoroughly aggravating.
Personally, I can still count cows in a field, and I will match inner wilderness with any man in the room (and not on drugs).
I've always understood the last two lines to mean, "When women finally fall in love and trust some guy, they're usually making a mistake." She just feels obliged to put it more subtly than that.
Any opinions from anyone else?
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