Poetry, Even When Apparently Most

I Have The Words Already. What I Am Seeking Is The Perfect Order Of Words In The Sentence. You Can See For Yourself How Many Different Ways They Might Be Arranged.

This Race And This Country And This Life Produced Me, He Said. I Shall Express Myself As I Am.

Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

The Studious Silence Of The Library ... Thought Is The Thought Of Thought. Tranquil Brightness.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.