| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/02/08 at 01:21 PM I agree, this poem is fine as is, and yet there is the muse to contend with, who never sleeps, pursuing our ear, whilst that ear is sleeping and whilst it is awake. and even when we think we are done with a poem, the muses are like the persistent waves always realigning the shoreline in their own image, which is pretty near our own. |
