Poems, Poems, Get 'Em While They're Still Metrical
Okay, so I feel certain that I've already posted this poem, but I've searched for it before and I'd like to have it readily accessible for the next time I want it, so here it is again:
There set out slowly, for a Different World,
At four, on winter mornings, different legs ...
You can't break eggs without making an omelet.
--That's what they tell the eggs.
by Randall Jarrell