There is of course another possibility--
that free verse is prose. If it is,
investigate the profundity of a "gem"
that asks us to realize that well, a LOT
really, really depends on oh, whatever.
Stripped of its status as a poem, the Williams
would have to compete with other prose
profundities. Verse (that boring old shit
that should have gone away) focuses the human
sensibility on more than just the paraphrasable
content of human speech. It revels in sound
and play and charged language. Without these things,
we are left with:
I think--or at least I'm pretty sure--
I recognize whoever it is that owns this forest,
but he has a domicile down in the hamlet.
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