Faith


I have clung loyal to my dear poetic line,
In stilted constancy,
It’s artificial, all too fine
Stiffened symmetry

For many years it has been truly mine,
If borrowed from before;
Old quatrains in the quaint design
Modernists abhor.
1982

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