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Shakespeare is a good example, both of that blurred cross-over between poetry and prose, and of the rules that put me off tackling poetry for myself. I look at a piece like the example you gave and go quietly mad looking for the patterns until the words themselves are lost. I greatly admire those that can perform these lines to make the rhythm apparent without losing the meaning (not to mention the writer that created them to start with). But to construct such a thing for myself? That never really interested me.
I was always more interested in what I thought was the natural rhythm of what I was trying to write. The moment I tried to think about placing it all inside some external rules the words themselves would desert me.
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