I ALWAYS like the freakish verse, The kind that runs downstairs; The kind that circles round the page, Or does its turn in squares. It's fun to see the poets' stunts, Helped by the typo men; Just see again. the way runs up this runs and then down hill I do not think that people ought To keep the same old gait; They ought to break loose now and then And keep an evening "late." A long, straight line, without a break, Is bad for verse or men; up hill this runs and then the way runs down Just see again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET; SONNET by AMY LOWELL BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |