What Happened To Poetry In The Twentieth

My Sonnet Asserts That The Sonnet Still Lives. My Epic, Should Such Fortune Befall Me, Asserts That The Heroic Narrative Is Not Lost - That It Is Born Again.

I Don't See That A Single Line Can Constitute A Stanza, Although It Can Constitute A Whole Poem.

"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.

Modernism In Other Arts Brought Extreme Difficulty. In Poetry, The Characteristic Difficulty Imported Under The Name Of Modernism Was Obscurity. But Obscurity Could Just As Easily Be A Quality Of Metrical As Of Free Verse.

Nobody Really Knows Whether They Are A Poet. I Knew I Was Interested From The Age Of 15.