They don't work within the by-now familiar patterns of poetry. This page is sponsored by Utah State University Press and the May Swenson Poetry Award Series. Seventh of Twelve Truthfully, the Minotaur usually slept. The centaurs had a still and were getting to be quite savvy. He'll likely look a long time.
Poets like to let things sink in.
If he asks you anything make like you're real sorry. Also they brought in a bunch of Italians. And indeed he looked, but was nervous and missed a lot. He fiddled with a human eye that had been placed there for effect but didn't seem to register what it was. Ribs stuck out of the ground and on these he scraped his shoes.