The image that haunts me is not beautiful.
I do not think it will open into a field
of wildflowers; I doubt that it will take
wing suddenly, startling us into admiration.
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Trite, hackneyed.NO intellectual spine, no lyricism, no metaphor. You write prose because you lack the talent for poetry.