To speak of love as did Yeats,
to be immersed in longing as was Keats
To see it in the trance of Shallot
To follow it as did Lancelot
To feel like Shakespeare, Byron, Wordsworth or Keats
Would be the completion of this wanderers dream
To be able to, but for a breath
Inhale the rythymn of their epithet.
I would, i declare live but to die and then again
Be reborn, be remodelled...refashioned again
A pagan, nomadic, wild soul
Entwined with nature; blossomed whole.
24th march 2008
wardha jawdat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-a-poet-6/
