"Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry."
~Virginia WoolfI wholeheartedly agree with the quote above. There are numerous books on my shelves that I would classify as poetry, though they are written entirely in prose. Currently I'm reading "Cold Mountain" by Charles Frazier. Here's a bit of poetic prose from his book:
"She rose and walked beyond the orchard to the margin of the woods where the tall autumn flowers---goldenrod and ironweed and joe-pye weed---were beginning to bloom yellow and indigo and iron grey. Monarchs and swallowtails worked among the flower heads. Three finches balanced on blackberry canes, the leaves already turned maroon, and then flew away, flaring out low to the ground, their yellow backs flashing between their black wings until they disappeared into a clump of dog hobble and sumac at the transition between field and woods."
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