It is an effective poem but in its entirety not right for us, for reasons which you doubtless appreciate.
William Maxwell, on behalf of The New Yorker, to W.H. Auden, September 13, 1939, rejecting the poem that would eventually be published (by The New Republic) as “September 1, 1939.” Quoted by Ben Yagoda in About Town: The New Yorker and the World It Made. (via ruthfranklin)
I wonder if the subject of literary rejection is nearly on par, in mythologizing, to the subject of writing itself.