In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
What are men? Children who doubt.
Who cares about a kid from the Midwest writing pentameter? It's stupid.
I read; I travel; I become
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.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.