Thursday, October 11, 2012


This stanza that the poet Spenser made
     To tell his tales of knights in Arthur’s time,
     Consisted of an interwoven braid
     Of lines, each ending with a patterned rhyme
     In what became a classic paradigm
     That poets ever thence would reengage,
     Though few could fashion verses so sublime
     As this great master of the Golden Age—
Except that Stratford man who ruled both page & stage.