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.

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