The
Poetics
of
the
Physical
World
Galway
Kinnell
At the end
of A
Season
in
Hell,
where
Rimbaud
reaches
autumn,
where
his boat
turns
toward
the
port
of
misery,
where
he surrenders
his
supernatural
claims and
knows
he has
only
rough
reality
to
embrace,
he
says,
"It
is
necessary
to
be abso
lutely
modern."
This
is
a
little different from
Ezra
Pound's
phrase,
"Make
it
new,"
which
suggests
that
a
poem
is
a
technical
act,
a
thing
controllable
by
the will.
I
have
come
to
distrust
discussions of
poetry
which
are
technical.
Yet
to
approach
what
it
might
mean
to
be
"absolutely
modern"
I
need
to
touch
on
what
appears
to
be
a
technical
matter:
the
uses
of
form
in
English
poetry?rhyme,
meter,
and
stanza.
In
their
earliest
uses
in
English,
rhyme
and
meter
perhaps
imitated
a
supernatural
harmony:
the
regular
beat,
the foreknown
ringing
of the
rhymes,
perhaps
echoed
a
celestial
music.
In
the
eighteenth
century,
when
English
poetry
became
more
rational
and
worldly,
the outward forms
might
have
reproduced
a
natural
order,
so
that form
became
an
unconscious
test
of
objective
truth: for
instance,
if
a
statement
couldn't
be
rhymed,
it
couldn't
be
true.
For
the
Roman
tics
and
the
Victorians,
for
whom
that
supernatural
harmony
and that
natural
order had
crumbled,
rhyme
and
meter
took
on
a
far
more
energetic
function,
which
was
to
call
back,
in
poetry,
the
grace
disappearing
from
everything
else.
The
poem
was
erected
against
chaos. The
more
disorderly reality
appeared,
the
smoother
the
iambs
became,
the
more
elegant
the
rhymes.
It
was
thought
a
beautiful
achievement,
a
kind
of
rescue,
to
reduce the
rhythms
of human
speech
to
the
iambic foot.
In
this
way
poetry,
along
with
so
many
other
human
endea
vors,
undertook
the
conquest
of
nature.
No nineteenth
century poem
written
in
fixed
form,
unless
perhaps
something
by
Clare
or
Hopkins
or
Melville,
fails
to
give
off
the
aroma
of
this
essentially
nostalgic
act.
For modern
poets?for
everyone
after
Yeats?rhyme
and
meter,
having
lost their
sacred and
natural
basis,
amount to
little
more
than
mechanical aids
for
writing.
Contrary
to
common
opinion,
it
is
easier
to
write
in
rhyme
and
meter
than
to
write
without them.
At the
very
least,
the
exigencies
of
these forms
change
the
nature
of
the
difficulty,
making
it
more
verbal than
psychic.
When
using
rhyme
and
meter
one
has
to
be concerned with how
to
say
something, perhaps
anything,
which
fulfills the formal
requirements.
It
is
hard
to
let the
poem
flow
from oneself
or
move
into
the
open
that
way.
If
you
were
walking
through
the
snow,
rhyming
would
be like
following
a
set
of
footprints
continually
appearing
ahead
of
you.
Fixed
form,
in
our
time
anyway,
seems
to
bring
you
to
a
place
where
someone
has been before.
In
a
poem,
you
wish
to
reach
a
new
place.
And
this
requires
pure
wandering?that
rare
condition when
you
have
no
external
guides
at
all,
only
your
own,
inner
impulse
to
go,
or
to
turn,
or
to
stand
still:
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