I see his greatness (how he came along):
He, wed to Modernism's ways 'until'...,
Dare made the sonnet subject to his will,
Who made of 'nouveau structures' 'Beauty's song.
He sings e'en that for which the muses long,
And honors that to which he'd do no ill,
Who now, of ancient ways, supportive still,
Would do to historicity no wrong.
He, far more versatile than heretofore,
Gave forth in undisputed ways that joy
Which caused his devotees to nigh implore.
Most, with increasing appetites, would cloy,
As Beauty (proving harder to ignore)
Is free of what is likely to annoy.