A poet wrote prose,
as it paid better than verse.
Not to be denied,
he disguised his verse
in the form of prose.
A poet wrote prose, as it paid better than verse. Not to be denied, he disguised his verse in the form of prose.
Chapter XV is Dickens at his Coleridgean, Shakespearean best.
He would have read it on a stage, and how he said it would look like verse, if put like that on a page.
He would have read it on a stage,
and how he said it
would look like verse,
if put like that on a page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem