How Unlucky The Poets Are...! - Poem by Sylva Portoian
How unlucky the poets…are
They don't know
How unlucky they are…!
They tear their Harts*
In many ways
To write only few stanzas
Most they who read
Might give little praise-
And some have geniusness
Are able to read with many sights
Inspiring each Poetic Painful...
* Hart; Heart- without 'e' based on anatomical structure of the heart...
Because it has four chambers with four valves...
As well as grammatically...Why we say Hand...Hard and we can't say Hart...
English is a hybrid language as my professor Tim Cullinan of Cambridge
use to say often...!
So my poems are based on 'Hart' and not Heart since my First Poetry Collection
' Lance my Hart at a Glance' dedicated to My Heart Surgeon (HS)
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