Sunday, October 17, 2010


Why poetry should not be free
From rhyme and meter’s plain to see
And plainer still to hear, because
It’s not just what it says, but does.

Such verses are a kind of meme
Designed to haunt you like a dream,
Built like a burr and meant to stick
Inside your brain, a memory trick.

Thus may the poet hope to live
By sliding through Time’s winnowing sieve,
For only then is poetry
A passport to posterity.