I&#39;ve already written 300 space poems. But I look upon my ultimate form as being a poetic prose. When you read it, it appears to be prose, but within the prose you have embedded the techniques of poetry.

Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and desire had come to meet it on the way.

A finger had to be cut, to save the hand.

little and then gone back.  Miss Mavis hadn’t turned up—and she didn’t turn up.  The stewardess began to look for her—she hadn’t been seen on deck or in the saloon.  Besides, she wasn’t dressed—not to show herself; all her clothes were in her

Written By Henry James

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