One Does Not Become A Guru By

Poetry Carries Its History Within It, And It Is Oral In Origin. Its Transmission Was Oral.

A Poem With Grandly Conceived And Executed Stanzas, Such As One Of Keats's Odes, Should Be Like An Enfilade Of Rooms In A Palace: One Proceeds, With Eager Anticipation, From Room To Room.

Generally Speaking, Rhyme Is The Marker For The End Of A Line. The First Rhyme-word Is Like A Challenge Thrown Down, Which The Poem Itself Has To Respond To.

Imitation, If It Is Not Forgery, Is A Fine Thing. It Stems From A Generous Impulse, And A Realistic Sense Of What Can And Cannot Be Done.

"love" Is So Short Of Perfect Rhymes That Convention Allows Half-rhymes Like "move". The Alternative Is A Plague Of Doves, Or A Kind Of Poem In Which The Poet Addresses His Adored Both As "love" And As "guv" - A Perfectly Decent Solution Once, But Only Once, In A While.