BOUND VERSE IV
It’s paradoxical that verse that’s bound
Gives better access to what is profound
Than unconstructed verse that rambles free
Though can’t induce enlightening ecstasy,
And yet this tight restraint of beat and rhyme
Entices entry to someplace sublime
Revealing to imagination’s eye
What otherwise one would not easily spy.
There’s magic in the web of such a scheme
That gives one entry to the realm of dream
Provoking visions never seen before
Perhaps to revel in, perhaps deplore,
Yet all these virtues happily belong
To poetry enchanting with its song.