future thing to master, or not, it makes little difference

iambic pentameter.

you know, for college essays and the like  

and the reason I think so:

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane; - Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)

(the  first  line of the  work)

Did I even get that right?  As much as I dream of being a Lit prof, I listen to more Rolling Stones than I read Shakespeare.

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