COMPOSING BOUND VERSE
A sonnet, say, or any formal verse
Is not a hindrance but a keen device
Provoking your Unconscious to disburse
A wealth of new ideas and entice
Your mind and memory to invent or find
Some way to say what only will occur
When conscious and subconscious are aligned
So memory and imagination stir.
Just as electric energy's constrained
To flow within a filament of wire—
How light and heat are both obtained,
A novel way to gain what we desire—
So is it that a sonnet can be made
Only when stringent measures are obeyed.