MAGIC IN THE WEB
There’s magic in the web of formal verse,
Though many now say measures are a curse
And rather write in ways they think are free
Of standard patterns—yet still poetry.
What they fail to appreciate is how
Exigencies of form often endow
The poet with new matter otherwise
Unthought, that simply chance may realize.
And then there is the charm of lyric song
When thought and rhyme and meter go along
Providing in their balance a sweet tension
That underlies the musical dimension.
Let those who will, freely experiment;
I’ll seek instead for verse that’s heaven sent.