What is A real poet?

Last edited by castlemist 12-17-2010 at 02:59:12 PM

RE: What is a real poet?

Hey ya'll....I'd really like your opinons!

RE: What is a real poet?

I can only speak for myself.

A poet is like a super ball
bouncing off this websites brick wall,
but you may have a point
Who/What has thrown me? lol

here's an example by whamo

Last edited by WordSlinger 12-17-2010 at 10:45:03 PM

RE: What is a real poet?

Jerry, as you know I'm a big fan of Emily D.

Here is her definition of a poet:

This was a Poet--It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings--
And Attar so immense

From the familiar species
That perished by the Door--
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested it--before--

Of Pictures, the Discloser--
The Poet--it is He--
Entitles Us--by Contrast--
To ceaseless Poverty--

Of Portion --so unconscious--
The Robbing--could not harm--
Himself--to Him--a Fortune--
Exterior--to Time-- (448)

The high value she places on poetry she reveals in the poem that begins "I reckon--when I count at all--" First she counts poets, then the sun and summer, and she adds:

But, looking back--the First so seems
To comprehend the Whole--
The Others look a needless Show--
So I write--Poets--All--

Their Summer--lasts a Solid Year--
They can afford a Sun
The East--would deem extravagant--
And if the Further Heaven--

Be Beautiful as they prepare
For Those who worship Them--
It is too difficult a Grace--
To justify the Dream--

RE: What is a real poet?

Suffering is necessary to produce great poetry.
It is necessary, in other words, for creativity.
Poetry is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes a poet its instrument. The poet is not a person endowed with free will who seeks their own ends, but one who allows poetry to realize its purposes through the poet." The Poet as a human being has a free will, of course, but
as a Poet, the Poet is "man" in a higher sense--the Poet is "collective,"
a vehicle and molder of the unconscious psychic life of mankind.
That is the Poets office, and it is sometimes so heavy a burden that the Poet is
fated to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth