O' Keats O' Eliot
O' Wordsworth O ' Shakespeare
What is your poetry's worth
my dear!
Do you all sing
in their voice
when they ring?
What made you all
the poets of earth?
They say it is but poetry
only what they breathe.
Did you pass on
to them the baton
to claim it to be their own?
They want to pass to none.
What makespoetry?
Where is a template?
They strongly say
it is not
what others contemplate.
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