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A L E m R TO A WRITER
Rightly you scorned their lofty - brutal - tip To write your book:
Let rip : As if to sound the trumpet took
Mere blast. Not skill in finger, tongue and lip.
Condone it then that I, in turn, demurred (True, all control
Of word Or line is good: but best of all
As men, themselves; not they, by the tailored
Costume) against scanning for cuckoo-clocks. Counting by taps
And knocks. Ti-tum . . . heedless that perhaps
The most pellucid streams gush up from rocks,
Or more, because of rocks. The rhythm is The whole terrain:
No grace On top, no coulter scribing an
Unvarying ripple across a landscape’s face.
So with all catch-words that facilitate
Debate. And so with those who see
All poems as a diagnosing what
Politicians bungle. What men have, they share :
And stultify
Which fact will show Everywhere
Through the true poem’s total flow (No matter what its overt subjects are)
Massive and uninsistent: what it is. Therefore ignore
Their cries Although they yelp. But even more
To keep your proper path, shun those
Who think, merely to pose beside the source Will fill their pot.
Or worse,
Unconscious both of origin and course. Sip, and pronounce, it’s good, it’s not,
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