The monotony of a long heroic poem may often be pleasantly relieved by judicious interruptions in the perfect successions of rhymes, just as the metre may sometimes be adorned with occasional triplets and Alexandrines.
It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation.
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.[Very often misquoted as:] For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.