Some poems are best savored line by line, and others are made with cleanly drawn lines. Few poems of that type survive well today, other than the popular American writers Whitman and Poe. Plume issue 2 from 2011 had a great piece in this vein called "Late in October" by Linda Pastan, here's an excerpt--if you like it, read the whole thing because the end is interesting and dangerous, a subtle moment:
Late in October, I watch
it all unravel–the whole
autumn leafery
succumbing to rain.
At the moment
of their most intense beauty,
reds and yellows bleed
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