There are no minor poets

There are no minor poets

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I am a nut you shall never again encounter
No splendid travails nor profound eloquence.
But hear the rhythmic vibrance beneath these words
Their substance overshadowed only by critique:

That even without words discriminate
The major and minors they segregate.
Maybe in your journeys you pick a lucky coin
And open up the gate of universalities.

While there would others be with great acumen
Their learned hands prolific verse provide
And though one in heart I am a nut
That plods and mimics with low key grace.

Faint but fragrant still my roses be
There are only poets, no major, no minority.






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Reviews

[BetanuZwei]

I really like the feel of this poem. I can definitely feel the "rhythmic vibrance" that you describe. It's a tragedy, how much art we lose by picking out only a select few 'major' poets.