I beg to differ with your premise that there is a difference in what the people in each place are seeing. The bloody sun rises on the lower Mississippi in late summer and looks like the red sun rising through smoke of Southern California firestorm. The yellow murk and the hot pink evening look similar too. The only differences are ashes falling and the attitude of the residents.

So, could you solve it?

You're not reading the question carefully. There is no such trickery as you imagine. The answer is a volume.

Random wandering - sometimes. Specific wandering, like to poets related to rockmage - seldom.

#1 I didn’t say, "he turns them outward" But I did say, “the man behind you takes your dangling hands, turns your thumbs outward, pulling, leaving no choice but to rest back on his chest.” Are you doing margaritas again?

#2 I appreciate your concern, I really do, but how could it be chests with only one of me? And yes, it does refer back to “its dome a breast of his wife.”

#3 I’ve mentioned Irish ancestry in other poems. Thanks for remembering.

That depends on the angle between the bottom's plane and the horizontal.

“Dangling hands and outward thumbs”: Stand with your hands dangling at your sides. If someone takes your hands from behind and turns your thumbs outward, then pulls them back, what happens? You rest against his chest.

“Your breasts feel connected or do you?”: I feel connected with the women in my past, and the feeling is also in my breasts.

“Unique line of womanhood”: I’m referring to my ancestry, and never thought of the way you‘ve taken it. It’s funny, really!

“The reality dream ending loses me”: It’s a questionable ending for sure. I meant that the reality of the thing he was describing became so overwhelming that it seemed like a dream – a swoon.

“Facing east”: The direction only matters in the specific setting, and I have no right to expect anyone to know that.

Glad you like it heaps anyway.

It's a good poem about private revenge. But I fail to see how it applies to this poem.

I didn't write the question. It appeared in The Ladies Diary in the nineteenth century. Consider the language in use then when interpreting it. You, a math major, should do better than a mere uneducated lady who probably had to steal into her husband's office to use a log-trig book late at night.

Wrong.

You didn't answer the question, unless you mean by this: "No, but I can cheat."

1) 9
2) 5
Not including the pleasure of analyzing.