Never flinch,
But still, unscrupulously epic, catch
Upon a burning lava of a song,
The full-veined, heaving, double-breasted Age:
That, when the next shall come, the men of that
May touch the impress with reverent hand, and say
'Behold,–behold the paps we all have sucked!
That bosom seems to beat still, or at least
It sets ours beating. This is living art,
Which thus presents, and thus records true life.'
This is instructions to future poets: to never flinch, and write about "living art". The burning lava of a song is poetry itself, not the old still-beating bosom.
Define epic art: art that relates to a hero character, telling the story of their deeds
Define modern life: life in the present, not some dry historical time period, things that are relevant to the now
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