She was absorbed in writing a poem.
Shizuko composed a poem about the change of the seasons.
After climbing Mt. Fuji, I got the inspiration for a poem.
She taught me how to write a poem.
The first project was One and Eight, adapted from a poem.
It is as vivid as a fairy tale, as allusive as a poem.
The poet reflected on this with growing amazement: The room he dreamt of was the stanza of a poem.
And just last month I tried to write her a poem entitled “Amidst an Angel .” But no two words would rhyme.
Perhaps he entertained a hope that at some future time I might acquire the right to be one of them; anyhow I was asked to read a poem on the occasion.
Critical moments like these are to the sports fan what the beautiful lines of a poem are to an avid reader.