Wuntz Oppenheim was a grad
student I knew who had
a thing against too many
rhymes too closely packed. "Any
poem with rhymes that cluster more
closely than two every four
lines, one every five or six stressed
syllables, sounds silly." Distressed
by this news and being young,
serious and high-strung
myself at the time, I went
back to my garret and spent
the hours from midnight to dawn
rewriting every wrong
until all my rhymes were faint,
distant, aloof, and constrained.
Twenty-five years on I've forgotten
most of my poems but not that rotten
piece of advice to dull the fun
of every playful thing I'd done.
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