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“The Poet Ridiculed by Hysteric Academics” by W. D. Snodgrass 🇺🇸 (5 Jan 1926 – 13 Jan 2009)
Is it, then, your opinion
Women are putty in your hands?
Is this the face to launch upon
A thousand one night stands?
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First, please, would you be so kind
As to define your contribution
To modern verse, the Western mind
And human institutions?
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Where, where is the long, flowing hair,
The velvet suit, the broad bow tie;
Where is the other-worldly air,
Where the abstracted eye?
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Describe the influence on your verse
Of Oscar Mudwarp’s mighty line,
The theories of Susan Schmersch
Or the spondee’s decline.
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You’ve labored to present us with
This mouse-sized volume; shall this equal
The epic glories of Joe Smith?
He’s just brought out a sequel.
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Where are the beard, the bongo drums,
Tattered T-shirt and grubby sandals,
As who, released from Iowa, comes
To tell of wondrous scandals?
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Have you subversive, out of date,
Or controversial ideas?
And can you really pull your weight
Among such minds as these?
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Ah, what avails the tenure race,
Ah, what the Ph.D.,
When all departments have a place
For nincompoops like thee?