Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

In The End, Every Hypochondriac Is His Own Prophet.

Wallowing In This Bloody Sty, I Cast For Fish That Pleased My Eye

The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His Will.

Those Blessed Structures, Plot And Rhyme-- Why Are They No Help To Me Now I Want To Make Something Imagined, Not Recalled?