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Robert Harrison
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A New Creature
In all of us, there is a poet in
Waiting. Waiting to burst forth
From the chrysalis that holds back
Until nature decides, the poet,
So bound. And in that birth there
Comes forth a creature of untapped
Beauty. Not a beauty of the
Physical, but a beauty of the
Spiritual. The beauty of words
In tuneful order, which will, when,
Written portray some secret
Part of the creature. There has
Never been a poem, in whatever
Form, which has not included some
Part of the poet’s life. Whether
That inclusion was deliberate or
By chance. For all poems are born
As a thought. A Thought from within.
A Thought that has for untold ages,
Since the birth of the creature, lain dormant.
Then, in some miraculous way, the thought
Becomes reality, and a poem is born.
And yet, the fledgling poet, is, of
Necessity apprentice to all other poets.
For in them they will find the master
Craftsmen whom they will serve for
The rest of their lives.
.
In all of us, there is a poet in
Waiting. Waiting to burst forth
From the chrysalis that holds back
Until nature decides, the poet,
So bound. And in that birth there
Comes forth a creature of untapped
Beauty. Not a beauty of the
Physical, but a beauty of the
Spiritual. The beauty of words
In tuneful order, which will, when,
Written portray some secret
Part of the creature. There has
Never been a poem, in whatever
Form, which has not included some
Part of the poet’s life. Whether
That inclusion was deliberate or
By chance. For all poems are born
As a thought. A Thought from within.
A Thought that has for untold ages,
Since the birth of the creature, lain dormant.
Then, in some miraculous way, the thought
Becomes reality, and a poem is born.
And yet, the fledgling poet, is, of
Necessity apprentice to all other poets.
For in them they will find the master
Craftsmen whom they will serve for
The rest of their lives.
.