In the never-ending logomachia that completely consumes the poetry world every second of every day, I champion The Forces of Good and Right by making sure all my verse  is in meter and/or rhyme. You should, too.

Also, this poem clearly demonstrates my sophistication and literary knowledge--so overwhelmingly, in fact, as to send Christopher Ricks into a spinning tizzy and thereafter place him in the shade. I refer to the perning gyre of course. But then, doesn't the poem truly chart the poet's progress, especially if he contends with a Muse? Perhaps this was put best by Len Krisak, who once wrote, "Let Frost awaiting form/Become the poet's norm."
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Len Krisak is an American poet and translator. His work has appeared in Agneda, Commonweal, The Hudson Review, Tennesse Quarterly, The Weekly Standard, and elsewhere. In 1995, he was a contestant on Jeopardy, winning $43,399 in four games and giving himself a berth in that year's Tournament of Champions. His poem, "The Tragic Love Poet's Progress" appeared in Issue 55 of Hayden's Ferry Review.