Easter Wings

George Herbert 1593 - 1633

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poor;
With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did begin:
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sin,
That I became
Most thin,
With thee
Let me combine,
And feel this day thy victory:
For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

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Visual Poetry
There is a long history of poems in which layout is significant!
Above is a 17th Century poem by George Herbert that provides
evidence to the fact that visual experimentation in poetry did not
begin in the 20th century.