You call this poetry? she said,
\nWhy, a child, I say, a child —<\/p>\n
Perhaps it sounds better than it looks.
\nRead it. Read it! Aloud and in a voice
\nSpeaking of gold and purple banners,
\nOf the soaring falcon above his prey.
\nDont just use your usual voice,
\nAnd dont slump your shoulders.<\/p>\n
No, that’s no good, she said,
\nNo good at all. The metres all wrong
\nAnd is it supposed to rhyme?
\nNobody writes rhyming poetry anymore.
\nAnd what are you trying to say?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You call this poetry? she said, Why, a child, I say, a child — Perhaps it sounds better than it looks. Read it. Read it! Aloud and in a voice Speaking of gold and purple banners, Of the soaring falcon above his prey. Dont just use your usual voice, And dont slump your shoulders. No, … <\/p>\n