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I am a little confused here. Are we considering "what" is a poet, or "who" is a poet?
run with it in the direction you choose... the examples given so far might be "who's" but what they embody are "what's"![]()
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feet sunk in mud
grasping at stars
the poet does
all he can
to build a bridge out of words
I have to propose Lord Byron Anyone who was said to be mad, bad and dangerous to know has to have something about him.
So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Seriously?
For his sword outwore its sheath?
Were they so fondly attached,
He could not find another
So exquisitely debauched?
You'd think a poet could deal with a little sheath wear and tear.
He's really referring to a sword's scabbard. He's basically saying he's bedded so many women, he's fed up of it.
No, he is just observing and describing nature's engineering.
and what is he/she using to do just that?
the attempted construction of the word-bridge is the poet's attempt to span the gap between all that is beyond man and the mud in which he (mankind) stands
That sounds pretty lofty, butters!
I agree with you about the poet's attempt, but not about the gap. I mean, there is some quite enjoyable mud out there in the world about which the poets sing.