Unremembered speeches, obligations
and consolations of philosophers,
the prayers unmeasured and unrhymed, I
don't know what the argument is. I don't
recall the conceit, in soliloquies
and monologues, in laborious verse
I hear her speak. The litanies of angels,
the propositions and devices, designs
of solemn stoics, confused Pythagoreans
and dazzled geometers. She is the duty
of tragic words, comedic names, of order
and degree in artistry. The vowels
of the poetry are placed in sequence
by the virtuous artist with the source.
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