Long-line Poetry’s Lurking Likeness

If you have read a single thing in Middle English, it was probably Chaucer. And it was probably Chaucer’s General Prologue to The Canterbury Tales: “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote/The droghte of March hath perced to the roote…” You may know that Chaucer wrote in a specific pattern of stresses—iambs—and you may know…