Fires Burn in my heart. No smoke rises. No one knows. - Kenneth Rexroth

Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not blind, nor Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the Heart was free and moved itself. O love, I who am lost and damned with words, Whose words are a business and an art, I have no words. These words, this poem, this Is all confusion and ignorance. But I know that coached by your sweet heart, My heart beat one free beat and sent Through all my flesh the blood of truth.

The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech.

It is a commonplace that Racine is untranslatable. This is not because his verse is difficult, but because it is not.