20.6.2024
The rhyming of poems is not dead, For centuries their beauty called To souls who on sweet manna fed And bore the moderns unappalled. At the seeming old and tired thread Of matching music with the sound Of harmony the spirit's bread And in their deep beauty found, But blank verse is also old And the wisest know the best, To willingly go beyond the fold And in the sonorous silence rest.
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