stanzas

Blunt as his Charles is, he proves to be the most guarded of the trio; there are unsung stanzas of sadness in his eyes.

They spoke on a recent day in their Berlin studio as they giggled and tripped over their own stanzas — which exploit a feature of German grammar that crams nouns together into strings of syllables.

He reads from a stack of loose papers, his hands moving in time with the stanzas he spits like rap bars.

Still, it’s another of the poem’s stanzas, unspoken here, that points most forcefully to “Fellow Travelers’” project.

The song has two long tangled verses, but separating them down into poetic stanzas gives me the opportunity to pluck the images that were defining a poor Black early '90s experience.