Analysis of In Virtue I Sin

It was Hemingway
  early

And now Dickinson
   late

Those early
  exposures

The trail of
  my wake

No bar left
  unvisited

Or brawl left
  unfought

No school that could
   answer

Their dialectic
  corrupt

Now this corner
  I sit in

Both welcomes
  and warms

And the thoughts
  it retriggers

Require no movement,
  just form

What I once had
  looked over

I now look
 within

From this chair
 that I captain

Where in virtue,
  —I sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)