A budding poet learning to express
Pouring the images of the conceived world;
The sensibility maturing with years
The abstract becoming concrete and the concrete abstract;
Shares with the world the inner core of mind
Few dropp deep with him the rest read and don’t mind.
What is it?
Is it Wordsworth’s overflow of Powerful Feelings
Or Eliot’s Escapism from a Personality
Or just a passing thought eager to take birth
Groomed and nurtured with words
Rescued by Coleridge’s Secondary Imagination
Constructing Deconstructing comprehended
By modest and learned souls,
Thus matter converted to flux
Imparting admission to the creator and the created.