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The sonnet is almost too forlorn
& which sort to employ is never easy,
A Petrarchan would be such an intense form:
The Pushkinian always makes me feel queasy.
Both Spenser & Byron would well mourn
A Miltonic lack of use of volta,
Unless the want for an 'about face'
Will make you hesitate & falter.
The sestet has just now arrived
Without a noticeable change in pace;
Yet changing nothing none too fast.
Like I should have aught else to fear
Just thinking of all the poets past...
Who went with the scheme of Shakespeare.