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In the short story, B. Wordsworth, when the narrator’s mother refuses to buy B. Wordsworth's poem, B. Wordsworth remarks 'It is the poet's tragedy' because ______.
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In the short story, B. Wordsworth, when the narrator’s mother refuses to buy B. Wordsworth's poem, B. Wordsworth remarks, 'It is the poet's tragedy' because Wordsworth feels rejected and undervalued, highlighting a frequent struggle among poets whose works are neither respected nor understood by society.
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