Poetry Vs Prose

[Bronte]

It would add so much interest is the first line came to life, first by cutting the self right out of the picture
like this

It will be winter when he comes from the unbearable
emerge so black that eyes will blur, whiteness,
of the road a dot will be approaching for a long, long time,
making his absence commensurate with his coming,
and for a long, long time remain a dot. A burning

I can’t deal with the rest! it is rubbish

I like to look for the good