Because comments are places for favorite things, the first poem worked best on me. I was led to feel the accessories of anger in words like bitter, foul, ache, and cold, and then the feeling dissipated, or was at least undermined, by the sing-song ending "how doomy how dour / how darksome." Anger can be like that; you try to maintain that "true unbroken V," but you know it's as much form and show as — well, as a string of alliterative amphibrachs (’cause cómments are pláces for fávorite thíngs).

perfect.