Every once in a while a lyric or stanza of a poem comes along and it burrows in to my head and stays there.

Today I read the lines I can’t beleive your song is gone so soon / I barely learned the tune, and they’re probably going to kick around for a while. This line is by Paul Simon.

Previous ‘sticky stanzas’ include one from Carl Sandburg: What was the name you called me?— / And why did you go so soon? (the ‘/’ is poetry shorthand for a newline – which is geek shorthand for carriage return – which is …. oh nevermind.)

Oh yeah, and then there’s that T.S. Eliott poem, that ends with the world ending … that one’s good.