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By Jack Joseph Smith

Sight She was like the gold I'd seen in North Navada There she was; a double take Have I been to war and back, she would know better than I How big is life when I'd never seen anything this beauty like her, and stays the same Not in her muted thought, for she just closed down; a time when a shack and cottage, would be good, now it is something better than me, and I need to wonder about the exceptions I have seen, not to notice French books, or a manner of life that dosen't stay still She has once again found her way; to do nothing about the talent she is; The one who struck me, when with the world, I appeared finished

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GPT

North Navada gold, war memory, French books, and a woman whose beauty stays the same make sight hinge on talent, exception, and finishing.

Gold from North Navada gives her an elemental brightness, something mineral and already tested by distance. War sits in the background as a measure of experience, yet she seems to know more than the speaker, even in withdrawal. The handwritten 'this beauty' makes the awe explicit, while the lines about doing nothing with talent sound like frustration before someone whose existence interrupted the feeling of being finished with the world.

Claude

'Sight' makes the woman elemental -- 'like the gold I'd seen in North Navada' -- and met with 'a double take', while war becomes a measure she knows better than he does. The handwritten 'this beauty' sharpens the awe, yet she is withdrawn, 'muted', having 'just closed down', and where 'a shack and cottage / would be good' she is now 'something better than me.' The ache is unused gift: 'She has once again found her way; / to do nothing about the talent she is', the one 'who struck me, when with the world, / I appeared finished.'