A+little+while,+that+in+me+sings+no+more.

New Critics often look for a sense of concise closure at the end of a poem. However, here, the reader is left just with an image. For some reason, this woman who was once so loved by many people, is no longer living that lifestyle. One must wonder... why? Has she gotten old and unattractive? Is she now trapped in a marriage leaving her mentally alone, but not physically? Is it really winter and all of her boyfriends only have summer rentals where she lives? The possibilities range from ridiculous to plausible. The voice in this poem leaves the reader in the dark, only giving them details of how they are feeling at the moment. There is rarely closure in modernist poetry, but this poem at least provides a short clip of the story.