Whenever I begin to write a verse,
I rarely know quite how the work will end;
I try to keep my subjects somewhat terse
and use the form to make the scansion bend.
I find the meaning somewhere halfway through
the writing process, where it's leading me;
and try my utmost not to overdo
the metaphors and sappy imag'ry
(for sentimental verse we hardly lack
among the countless writings of our time).
I speak of love, but more so I stay back
and think of other matters for to rhyme,
and when I reach the end and writing's done,
it's not long ere the next work is begun.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Whenever I begin to write a verse,
I rarely know quite how the work will end;
I try to keep my subjects somewhat terse
and use the form to make the scansion bend.
I find the meaning somewhere halfway through
the writing process, where it's leading me;
and try my utmost not to overdo
the metaphors and sappy imag'ry
(for sentimental verse we hardly lack
among the countless writings of our time).
I speak of love, but more so I stay back
and think of other matters for to rhyme,
and when I reach the end and writing's done,
it's not long ere the next work is begun.
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