Poems of the 1960's did not have a particular pattern to them. There were many different types of poem styles of that time. Take some time to read over the following poem to get a feeling for what there poems were like.
there is something so familiar
in what is said I stop and listen,
a traveller's monologue of dark moaning trees,
chopped waters,
deserted street corners,
randomly disturbed light,
raised curtains,
doors flung open,
sudden precipitous avenues,
far away dogs brought near
it is insistent
secures my inner ear
we pick up the old conversation
neither of us understands.
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