When You Came, You Were

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

Polyphonic Prose Is A Kind Of Free Verse, Except That It Is Still Freer. Polyphonic Makes Full Use Of Cadence, Rime, Alliteration, Assonance.

Guarded Within The Old Red Wall's Embrace, Marshalled Like Soldiers In Gay Company, The Tulips Stand Arrayed. Here Infantry Wheels Out Into The Sunlight.

Happiness, To Some, Elation; Is, To Others, Mere Stagnation.