ALT In H.D.’s memoir of Ezra Pound, End to Torment, she mentions an article by Edmund Wilson about T.S. Eliot. Wilson states “that the artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.” To escape from prison requires not just a way out of the cell, but an accumulated understanding of the prison as a whole—the location and schedule of the guards, the sightlines of the watchtowers, its utility infrastructure, its geographical location and the landscape that surrounds it. A prison break is the gradual process of orientation, and, in my view, such is the composition of a poem.