I've been doing this since last week.... how could I resist now?
Jose Garcia Villa figured it out - a poem is a song and if you listen carefully, you can hear the music threading through every line.
I blame Her Highness, Queen Habibi, for this - my friend was delighted with the Villa poem I posted on her Facebook wall and she found this Villa poem for me in return:
Girl singing. Day. And on her way
She has to pass by the oldest mountain.
That at least is certain. Rain. That
Doth leave no stain. And again whose
Flowers move jealously. O pity me.
if her eyes move and destroy all
Firmament. How brightly devised is
That moment. Much and muchly praised.
O day imperishably dazed. O woman
God-grazed. Succour God alone, O
Teach him Joy. O girl singing. O
For whom alone God bows out. O lovely
Throat. O world's end. O brightly
Devised crystal moment.