I was thinking about Prynne again. When I first looked at this collection, in ‘Poems’, I must have linked the repetition of ‘heart’ in the first poem to the ear, because I came away from it thinking of the collection’s poems as structured like the underground prison of the Labyrinth (look out a minotaur!). On the surface, it reads like a plea that he might escape his lover in some way, and I am curious if that’s a tone or meaning that a reader who has mastered false ambages that make a deeper structure will also order the poem with. Anyway here’s a poem
let’s trap
thirst conspire to tongue
(juniper flip aghast dash catapult)
tic
roof against no
dress-
ing