First, can a good poem be created from mostly declarative sentences? I’m searching for examples.

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Second, I’m enjoying this poem. To read the entire piece, click (or cluck) on the words below:

Melancholia

Almost I rushed from home to tell you this:
that melancholia, the word, when broken
down to its roots, its ancient Greek particulars,
means black hole. How perfect. How yes,
I’ve been reading the dictionary again.
How ready I am to adopt this codified cosmos,
where at the center of all things we see…