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Form reflects content in this poem as these lines, "The patterns of our lives / Repeat themselves," state the theme, so the lines about the hands, the cities, and the coffee cup appear at the beginning and then reappear at the end. Also, the two-line stanzas seem appropriate for a poem that contains New Hampshire snow and Mexican flowers, a sparse and deliberate structure for a very cool poem.
I read a lot of poetry, and lately have written a lot, and nothing has said more poignantly what I keep trying to say about the one man. Absolutely beautiful, and as universal as poetry is meant to be.