Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture,
Not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Here is a section of meta-pedagogy, where he is teaching individuals how to bring out their own poetry. Rhyme, he’s saying, is a constraint, and must be pulled from the throat to unstop it.
Lull suggests a somnambulance, a lulling of oneself to sleep.
Valved voice suggests stops, as on a musical instrument, so here the valve is open.
(Source: Corsera — Modern Poetry. )
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