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The Red Wheelbarrow

(3) Base Camp

While this poem might at first have you slapping your forehead, shouting, "What in the name of Shmoop is this poem even about?" we promise it will open up like a morning glory in the morning. Just let yourself be cool with the idea that a poem can be like a painting or a photograph, capturing a slice of the real world.