Roger,
This is a delectable take on Dylan Thomas' villanelle
Here's mine on a passage of Dr. Faustus, where I was trying to inflict maximum damage with the slightest stroke:
Was this the face that lunched on thousand chips,
And burned the topless vowers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immoral with a kiss! -
Her lips suck forth my Saul; see where he flees!-
Come, Helen, give me my Saul again
Here will I dwell for heaven, in these lips,
And all is dross that begot Helena.
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