To be a poet ?
have the stunt enough and a grit .
to sail in asylum in flora .
to wander through the wilderness of fauna.
run about the hot desert emptiness .
with only one arm: scrap and stylus , but be penniless .
why not be superstitious enough and see ghost .
in every old castle about London and fill Poe 's spirit .
why not be atheist enough as Herman and believe .
that a man is an angel haunted eternally  at any live .
by a dreadful monsters but pity out of our control .
oh yes , you should be a poet ; and near the  bell and toll.
and the toads' chorus in puddle will sound to you .
as Orpheus ballad with harp and lute .
but you can really live and create life anew .
be a poet ;when the breeze comes you will understand .
its sad moaning or its cheerful chorus as you stand .
the ocean waves will sweep over your soul .
and tell you their sweetest glory or their foul .
be a poet ;you will see that life is but a beauty .
you will sing the pleasant melody of the wind through,
the branches and leaves and feel everything holy .
a glimpse at a Colosseum will reveal you their past folly.
Pompeii 's larva , Trojan's war , gladiator Achilles' heel...
all will defile in lure and you will be a sage inquisitor .