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Vera Kilgore Heilig: Her Poetry Lives (2017) H. Morris Williams, Marie Law Haire
Phoenix
The tyranny or rhyme went up in smoke;
The flames have stilled the beat.
The goose-step cadence rhythm used
Relentlessly to measure out the feet.
Erato rose, now free at last
From the restraining rules
Of stored traditions form.
Without those clumsy tools
Her inspiration flows un-dammed
By punctuation’s strict confines.
Her thoughts no longer need be bound
By stanza’s neatly counted lines.
Go now and shout it from the heights
That Erato rose. She is not dead!
Her tongue speaks glossolalia now.
Too bad you can’t tell what she said.
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