I will put Chaos into fourteen lines <br />And keep him there; and let him thence escape <br />If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape <br />Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs <br />Will strain to nothing in the strict confines <br />Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape, <br />I hold his essence and amorphous shape, <br />Till he with Order mingles and combines. <br />Past are the hours, the years of our duress, <br />His arrogance, our awful servitude: <br />I have him. He is nothing more nor less <br />Than something simple not yet understood; <br />I shall not even force him to confess; <br />Or answer. I will only make him good.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-put-chaos-into-fourteen-lines/
