Why We Need Poets

This is just another of my experiments and thoughts about what poetry can mean:

We never had

a poem

from the hands of

Jane Eyre.

The Wife of Bath

was too busy

to fill the world

with sonnets and odes.

Ophelia? Juliet?

Where are their lines?

Where are their

similes, metaphors,

metrical visions and rhymes?

Come to think of it,

we can also point

the heavy finger

at Janie Crawford,

Pippi Longstocking,

Blanche DuBois

(and all those Cleopatras).

Not one line of verse

hit the page from

those fateful hands,

and yet I can never say

that I regret one page

where their lives ran their way.

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