Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.
Death, Despair, Grief
And wonder, dread and warhave lingered in that landwhere loss and love in turnhave held the upper hand.
Poetry, Fate, Tragedy
Prose fills a space, like a liquid poured in from the top, but poetry occupies it, arrays itself in formation, sets up camp and refuses to budge.
Humour, Travel