O! To Have Been a Real Poet!

O! To Have Been a Real Poet!

                            Barra de Navidad. January 9, 2007

I wish I were the kind of poet who
Has passionate relationships with flowers,
Or conjures up, from England's gentle view,
Dizzy Alpine chasms, crags like towers;

Or one who -- vast technique concealing art --
Weaves rich tapestries, in antique fashion,
Showing the inmost chambers of the heart,
Tracing the pulsing arteries of passion;

Or one who coasts upon his magic name
Until his twisted sister goes insane,
Then takes the road less travelled, that leads to fame,
Trailing clouds of somber, tragic pain;

For then, though bowed by alcohol and years,
I might be rich . . . with thoughts too deep for tears.

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English Sonnet light. With apologies to any major poet who comes to mind.