This is the life
In the good old winter-time!
I do not say this is without faults. With the substance I have, naturally, nothing to do. But as regards form, which of your scribblers of cosmic bathos and “uplift stuff” could more cunningly weave pipe, ice, life, strike, and time into a stanza that has half as much swing and verve, as this? Note also the absence of adjectives. In short, here is poetry with a “punch” to it.
My last example is the most ambitious of all. I present it exactly as it was written without comment. It appeared in The North American Review:
Univernish
Compared with old-method varnishes,
it is convenience and certainty.
It means one finishing varnish
for the job, instead of two or three.
It does away with the extra cans