The Poet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGAHHAIJKA LMNOPEQRSKAAA TUVWXLYCZUA2B2A2DA2 C2A2A2A2A2D2A2A2

The riches of the poet are equal to his poetryA
His power is his left handB
It is idle weak and preciousC
His poverty is his wealth a wealth which may destroy himD
like Midas Because it is that laziness which is a form of impatienceE
And this he may be destroyed by the gold of the lightF
which never wasG
On land or seaA
He may be drunken to death draining the casks of excessH
That extreme form of successH
He may suffer Narcissus' destinyA
Unable to live except with the image which is infatuationI
Love blind adoring overflowingJ
Unable to respond to anything which does not bring loveK
quickly or immediatelyA
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The poet must be innocent and ignorantL
But he cannot be innocent since stupidity is not his strongM
pointN
Therefore Cocteau said What would I not giveO
To have the poems of my youth withdrawn fromP
existenceE
I would give to Satan my immortal soulQ
This metaphor is wrong for it is his immortal soul whichR
he wished to redeemS
Lifting it and sifting it free and white from the actuality ofK
youth's banality vulgarityA
pomp and affectation of his earlyA
works of poetryA
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So too in the same way a Famous American PoetT
When fame at last had come to him sought out the fifty copiesU
of his first book of poems which had been privately printedV
by himself at his own expenseW
He succeeded in securing of the copies burned themX
And learned then how the last copies were extantL
As the law of the land required stashed away in the national capitalY
at the Library of CongressC
Therefore he went to Washington therefore he took out the last twoZ
copiesU
Placed them in his pocket planned to departA2
Only to be halted and apprehended Since he was the authorB2
Since they were his books and his property he was reproachedA2
But forgiven But the two copies were taken away from himD
Thus setting a national precedentA2
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For neither amnesty nor forgiveness is bestowed upon poets poetry and poemsC2
For William James the lovable genius of HarvardA2
spoke the terrifying truth Your friends may forget GodA2
may forgive you But the brain cells recordA2
your acts for the rest of eternityA2
What a terrifying thing to sayD2
This is the endless doom without remedy of poetryA2
This is also the joy everlasting of poetryA2

Delmore Schwartz



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