No aspect of a poem is more singular, more unique, than its rhythm.

Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Like my life, this book has ambiguity. Like my life, this book is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity, as Joanna said.

The poem, a harmonious flow of nuances, demands a musical rhythm, Vers libre.

What good poetry and good prose have in common is vitality of rhythm .

To begin with, the basis of English poetry is rhythm, or, as some would prefer to call it, cadence. This rhythm is obtained by mingling stressed and unstressed syllables.

Essentially poetry, if it is poetry, does not lend itself to simple readings, to oversimplifications — though people may try to read it that way. It seems to me that the essential nature of a poem is that there is ambivalence and ambiguity quivering underneath.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

The rhythm of poetry and the routine of work are interdependent for some poets

Poetry's only crucial attribute is rhythm. This is its heartbeat.This makes it memorable. If the rhythm falters , then the poem dies of heart failure.

In poetry much of the sense and most of the pleasure resides in the sounds the poem make.

It is a delicate & difficult art fitting rhythm to an idea...communicating momentary phases in a poet's mind.

These elements — rhythm, rhyme, harmony and concinnity — can inevitably be identified within whatever is proclaimed 'poetry.'

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with duty or with truth.