the poet held no malice
he was what he was
and he lifted his chalice
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I can not catch its details of meanings and feelings.It sounds so nice.
erse by verse. I lift a toast to poetry. I take a chance at the edge or a cliff toasting to poetry - allusion to illusion. My poetry is not an admonishment of anyone else's work. It is not a condemnation of classical or modern works - my poetry is only my feelings. My poetry is about my astonishment at the world in which we live - the rose in ice, relentless war, everything astonishing. On the precipice that is poetry, I write what I see and to me this is poetry. To me emotional honesty is the first rule of poetry. I don't always achieve it but I try. I hope my explanation helps you get closer to an understanding of this poem. It is one of my favorites.
Verse by verse. I lift a toast to poetry. I take a chance at the edge or a cliff toasting to poetry - allusion to illusion. My poetry is not an admonishment of anyone else's work. It is not a condemnation of classical or modern works - my poetry is only my feelings. My poetry is about my astonishment at the world in which we live - the rose in ice, relentless war, everything astonishing. On the precipice that is poetry, I write what I see and to me this is poetry. To me emotional honesty is the first rule of poetry. I don't always achieve it but I try. I hope my explanation helps you get closer to an understanding of this poem. It is one of my favorites.