Нет такой формы банальности, которую нельзя без труда превратить в пятистопный ямб. Если человек научился считать до десяти, ему не сложно начать новую строку с каждого одиннадцатого слога или отбивать каждый второй слог с ударением.

Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.

The Garden

En robe de parade.
- Samain


Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anaemia.

And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
will commit that indiscretion.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.