Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur

Author: Lewis Carroll  | Date: 1863


"HOW shall I be a poet?

How shall I write in rhyme:

You told me once ’the very wish

Partook of the sublime’.

Then tell me how! Don’t put me off

With your ’another time’!"

The old man smiled to see him,

To hear his sudden sally;

He liked the lad to speak his mind


And thought "There’s no hum-drum in him,

Nor any shilly-shally."

"And would you be a poet

Before you’ve been to school?

Ah, well I hardly thought you

So absolute a fool.

First learn to be spasmodic-

A very simple rule.

"For first you write a sentence,

And then you chop it small;

Then mix the bits, and sort them out

Just as they chance to fall:

The order of the phrases makes

No difference at all.

"Then, if you’d be impressive,

Remember what I say,

That abstract qualities begin

With capitals alway:

The True, the Good, the Beautiful-

Those are the things that pay!

"Next, when you are describing

A shape, or sound, or tint;

Don’t state the matter plainly,

But put it in a hint;

And learn to look at all things

With a sort of mental squint."

"For instance, if I wished, Sir,

Of mutton-pies to tell,

Should I say ’dreams of fleecy flocks

Pent in a wheaten cell’?"

"Why, yes," the old man said: "that phrase

Would answer very well.

"Then fourthly, there are epithets

That suit with any word-

As well as Harvey’s Reading Sauce

With fish, or flesh, or bird-

Of these, ’wild’, ’lonely’, ’weary’, ’strange’,

Are much to be preferred."

"And will it do, O will it do

To take them in a lump-

As ’the wild man went his weary way

To a strange and lonely pump’?"

"Nay, nay! You must not hastily

To such conclusions jump.

"Such epithets, like pepper,

Give zest to what you write;

And, if you strew them sparely,

They whet the appetite:

But if you lay them on too thick,

You spoil the matter quite!

"Last, as to the arrangement:

Your reader, you should show him,

Must take what information he

Can get, and look for no im-

mature disclosure of the drift

And purpose of your poem.

"Therefore, to test his patience-

How much he can endure-

Mention no places, names, or dates,

And evermore be sure

Throughout the poem to be found

Consistently obscure.

"First fix upon the limit

To which it shall extend:

Then fill it up with ’Padding’

(Beg some of any friend):


You place towards the end."

"And what is a Sensation,

Grandfather, tell me, pray?

I think I never heard the word

So used before to-day:

Be kind enough to mention one

’Exempli gratia’."

And the old man, looking sadly

Across the garden-lawn,

Where here and there a dew-drop

Yet glittered in the dawn,

Said "Go to the Adelphi,

And see the ’Colleen Bawn’.

"The word is due to Boucicault-

The theory is his,

Where life becomes a Spasm,

And History a Whiz:

If that is not Sensation,

I don’t know what it is.

"Now try your hand, ere Fancy

Have lost its present glow-"

"And then", his grandson added,

"We’ll publish it, you know:

Green cloth- gold-lettered at the back-

In duodecimo!"

Then proudly smiled that old man

To see the eager lad

Rush madly for his pen and ink

And for his blotting-pad-

But, when he thought of publishing,

His face grew stern and sad.

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