Poets' Fight Poem by Sandra Feldman

It has to be said, and affirmed repeatedly, it can't be left to chance or luck - WE POETS aren't in competition but in cooperation. So much love unifies us: love of our vernaculars, love of language for its own sake, love of communication, love of each other's imagery, love of each other's flights of fancy. Someday I'll announce a B-I-G P-O-E-T-S P-A-R-T-Y and we all, that's A-L-L O-F U-S, will be together on the lawn, eating, laughing and crying, reciting our poems, and drinking the Wine of Inspiration.

There are none so foolish as those who won't learn from a colleague. Pride is folly and honest criticism is an asset.