Then you would hold me up, wouldn't you. " He traced over her features with his fingertips. And as he did, for some strange reason, he felt the arms of infinity wrapping around them both, holding them close. . . linking them forever. Yes, he mouthed. I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.
I would define the poetic effect as the capacity that a text displays for continuing to generate different readings, without ever being completely consumed.