Sonnet: Misjudge Him Not, O Critic

Go to hell, ye critic who tries in vain,
A poet’s love-affair to unravel;
His sensuous sex details- to pry insane;
From his own poems composed, a marvel.

Remember thou, the poet’s a Creator!
And with time, turns a literary Wizard;
In the art of painting words, a Master;
Who can write even about a lizard!

Oh, denigrate not, man of such greatness,
With silly conjectures, thine assumptions;
Mar not his name with acts of carelessness,
Belittling his work beyond redemption.

Oh, let the man in each poet remain!
And judge his art for art’s sake, sans disdain.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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