Vol. 5, Issue 9, Part D (2019)

Abstract
In this paper, it (a poem) begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life—not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion. It has denouement. It has an outcome that though unforeseen was predestined from the first image of the original mood and indeed from the very mood… It finds its own name as it goes and discovers the best waiting for it in some final phrase at once wise and sad– the happy-sad blend of the drinking song.