I selected a poem from the internet. A Photograph of Shadows and a Side Window, by Martha Ronk ends like this:
as the house is only a material copy of house writ large, exposedFor the Linden Moth, by James Dickey ends with these 2 lines:
as the flesh and bone, coats and jackets of the lived again.
Wherethrough wings for all creatures have comeThe Creeps, by Sidney Wade ends with
Too late and just in time.
a pearlYa know, I don't think this technique is gonna aid my ability to appreciate poetry....