THE FORMALIST’S SECRET
The secret that we formalists find out
And “free verse” poets can’t appreciate
When they decide rebelliously to flout
Restrictions that have made the Classics great
Is that there’s “magic in the web” of verse
That patters out until it finds what rhyme
The supplicated Muse will then disburse
From deep recesses of the mind’s Sublime.
The paradox is that this strange restraint
That so much narrows down one’s range of thought
And might well try the patience of a saint
Miraculously provides what one has sought:
As rhymes and meters happily embrace,
The poet enjoys the blessed Muse’s grace.