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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dear Will Shakespeare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Will, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How are things out there? <br>just thought you'd like to know, <br>that you're eleventh on the Top Poets list<br>as of today (though I should mention<br>that the hittership is 75% from<br>the New World that you just foresaw<br>before you 'closed your book'; not <br>that that's relevant - they speak an<br>English, isn't that great, which is nearer<br>to your own sound than the strangled<br>glottal stops of Cheapside Thames-side these sorry days) ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to the list: and so you'll understand<br>that no offence is meant, etcetera...<br>top dog today is Sheldon Silverstein -<br>the sort of oddball who lives down the street<br>just where the sidewalk ends, <br>whom your children hang around with all the time -<br>they loved his poetry when they were kids, <br>and still love him now they're all grown-up<br>for what he brought to their childhood - I bet<br>you wrote some poems like that for your kids<br>but never got them published? So I know<br>that though my fellow poets sniff, <br>you'll grant him - love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second is a curious case -<br>you may know him as Nuftali Basoalto, <br>we know him now as Pablo Neruda -<br>and though he wrote in Spanish<br>(they didn't conquer England but<br>did rather well on Americ's southern shores) <br>you'll recognise him even in translation<br>as a fellow poet, worldwide in his heart...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third is Maya Angelou - now, no-one<br>wrote more deeply about women than you did, <br>and of the human spirit: <br>so though our fellow poets and critics sniff once more, <br>she is Woman in Splendour, <br>Woman as Survivor - so, <br>remembering your Mistress Quickly and her merry mates, <br>you'll recognise her instantly for what she is? <br>majesty - thy name is woman...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fourth is Langston Hughes - a bit of history here: <br>the human spirit under great duress, <br>unvanquished - and if this may oft confine<br>the poet's wordwide scope, may yet sing loud<br>the human heart and speak<br>to generations yet unborn<br>of spirit tested, hope undimmed<br>and tears.. and tears...and love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Emily Dickinson, the fifth - I guess<br>you may well need to read her twice - <br>her punctuation's not so - breathless -<br>as she may seem; neglected in her day, <br>she speaks out of obscurity to the human heart; <br>she's earned her place, wouldn't you say? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robert Frost, the sixth - you may find him<br>as austere as his wintry and keen-fingered name; <br>like frost, he touches all the countryside; <br>secure as Jonson, shall we say, in poetry's ear? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seventh and ninth - let's put them back together -<br>frail Sylvia Plath and gaunt Ted Hughes, the star-crossed, <br>storm-tossed, heart-locked, lovelost lovers -<br>oh, you who know what passion's spent, <br>what hearts are wrung, for poetry's salt tears, <br>admire, despair, their planetary pact<br>eternal writ among the unrhymed stars...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which leaves just wild Bukowski, raven Poe<br>to speak as Marlowe, Webster most of all, <br>as do your own black tragedies, <br>of those dark places of the human soul<br>from which emerges all that's truly clear and bright -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then yourself... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there is much to say<br>of Whitman, Sharpe, Palutsky, Dahl, <br>all widely read, and following on your heels; <br>in whom, as you, the heart's as great as this great world itself; <br>and darkest night smiled on by clearest day; <br>statistics, poets say, have much, have nothing, yet to answer for -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so, eternal Will - I wish you God's good day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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