As the Franciscans wear each other's old habits, and one Friar goes about
darned because of another's rending, so the poet of a certain order grows
cynical for the sake of many poets' old loves. Not otherwise will the
resultant verse succeed in implying so much--or rather so many, in the
feminine plural. The man of very sensitive individuality might hesitate
at the adoption. The Franciscan is understood to have a fastidiousness
and to overcome it. But these poets so triumph over their repugnance
that it does not appear. And yet, if choice were, one might wish rather
to make use of one's fellowmen's old shoes than put their old secrets to
use, and dress one's art in a motley of past passions. Moreover, to
utilise the mental experience of many is inevitably to use their verse
and phrase. For the rest, all the traits of this love-poetry are
familiar enough. One of them is the absence of the word of promise and
pledge, the loss of the earliest and simplest of the impulses of love:
which is the vow. 'Till death!' 'For ever!' are cries too simple and too
natural to be commonplace, and in their denial there is the least
tolerable of banalities--that of other men's disillusions.
Perfect personal distinctness of Experience would be in literature a
delicate Innocence.
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