RE: DONNE

                  If I should write a verse like one of Donne’s
                  Whose versatility so often stuns,
                            I’d be surprised but greatly pleased
                  Though likely by my colleagues to be teased
                  Because today’s “free verse” no longer runs
                                      In measured feet and rhymes,
                  The prissy vestiges of up-tight times,
                            A heritage that ought to be outgrown
                            While seeking a unique niche of one’s own.

(With a nod to John Donne/s “Love’s Alchemy”)


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