Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.
How can I turn from Africa and live?
Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
Time is the metre, memory the only plot.
She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.