Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.
As a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight.
Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms
The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.