Or he can work it out as a metrical and formal exercise, but he will be disappointed in its content. The New Year's prospect fairly chills his daunting breast.
He can develop sense and style, in the manner of distinguished modern prose, in which event he may be sure that the result will not fall into any objective form.
The arts generally have had to recognize Modernism - how should poetry escape?
It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.
Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent - into their otherwise sober documents.
Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.
And yet what is Modernism? It is undefined.
And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.