when i start reading the poem at times my expression would be disturbed in frustration at his progress and then finally i looked up at the sky while my face was beaming it doesn,t matter whether it was because of a sudden joy with the act of reading or revelation from what was written or delight that how the poem ends the point is that i was in possession of something deliciously private - a connection between me and the poet between the real world and the world describe in the poem