Hmmph. A man cut from your own cloth, all wrapped in delusion, and full of sound, like a trumpet in a bag.

I shall not deign to measure myself by such a sodden, broken stick.

Your Housman poem, good Rapp, I have known long since but it was delight to revisit it. He is better than Housman.

Somewhere in the Mudcat Poetry thread there is a poem concerning a War on Poets, which I recommend to your inspiration.