On American English: “It seems to me that the contrast between adjacent syllables has lessened and the result is an over-reliance on enjambment. Now enjambment is a fine, intellectually strong aid, but like all such things it becomes tiresome and calls too much attention to itself.”

  “Who’s there?”
  “Manto, sir.”
  “Manto?”
  “Yes, sir. your youngest son.”

   Until we part, my reader, put
What is called reality aside.
   Instead,

When I was green,
Green as the light beneath these leaves,
I used to say:

     The slippery piglet, clear across the way,
has had my tree cut down.
He rang a man who rang a man who knew

    Now hear this:
While they fought around the ship firom Thessaly, 
    Patroclus came crying to the Greek.

I who was born to believe in the power of law
                                 was maquis at heart.
I who wrote that a tapestry stretched to the moon

          I am known
          by my heart’s green core
          as emerald.