I AM NOT THE POET’S POET BUT PERHAPS THE WOULD- BE- POETS WOULD – BE –POET
I am not the poet’s poet-
The one poets of name and fame admire-
But perhaps the would- be- poets would be – poet-
Who tries to be a poet
And tries to understand what it means
To love poetry and live by writing it
Even when the world does not recognize me..
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To be poet you must have desire to understand in all things large and small. Even what being poet means after all. Fame is hardly lived by those who are truly great. In fame we all wish to embrace. Some desire it more then others. But an expectation of the best will only smother. Extinguish a flame that yet needs grow. A burning of such a unique cloth. The embers begin glow as the material turns to ash. And something you had is gone just like that. Indeed you written a great and inspiring poem. I would like to thank you for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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