If prose gives some satisfaction by making work seem productive, it is nowhere near the real pleasure of composing a righteous verse that satisfies in form and conveys the desired idea or feeling. It does not matter how many hours one spends ruminating: a single accurate verse saves the day and cheers the spirit, repeating itself in one’s mind to infinity after the work session. Prose, on the other hand, does nothing but conjure up a truckload of problems after the brief and faint feeling of duty done. Incomparable…