What is the secret of being the best poet? Did he tightly wring every reader's heart by chewing every word of an epic sonnet or did he sting their dead minds like a hornet?
Where is the premise of a great poem? Should it be smell like lemongrass planted in a coarse sandy loam? or must it be supple and soft as a foam?
Has anyone ever been born with a *golden hand? Or is it just an accidental discovery of a man? What is the mystery of being the best writer holding his pen with a stupendous power?