17 February 2006
Shakespaere, "Let me Not to the Marriage of True Minds"
Donne, "Death, Be Not Proud"
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A ten-beat line of verse like Shakespeare wrote.
O lazy poets! Do not fill your lines
With really wasteful words that just fill space
Or words transpos'd, poetic to seem.
The truth is this: like Yoda do you sound.
Yet rhymeless soul-pack'd verse astounds the mind.
It echoes common speech you hear all day
Then surges up to soar with metaphor
And crashes, lashing out with sputt'ring rage.
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Extremely important -- a half-page submission note, in which you call my attention to the most significant changes you made since the draft I evaluated.
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It looks like the PDF has been taken offline, but for now anyway it's possible to read the cache of Google's HTML version.
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