Is It My Over Smartness?

I reduced my 900 poems
To just one because of only one person!

I thought to start a new life
Starting from the scratch
But when I reached 20 poems
Someone put a comment
Where do you stand with just 20 poems?

Is the voluminous output the
Only criteria to judge a person
And his personality?

Can one evaluate Maya Angelou
Taking that parameter into account?
I desperately tried to rush to get back some number
I am comfortable with 800+ poems now, quite safe
Is it my over smartness?

A few people have snatched away
Everything my each coin from me
And they are obstructing my path
With negative message to
Hinder my natural and automatic growth

The difference is that
They are doing it internally
But I am howling with pain externally!

Is it my over smartness?

Copyright @Poet,20 May,2019

by Dillip K Swain

Comments (5)

I first read this poem when I was a student in high school, and I have loved it ever since. It taught me that death is a part of life and should not be feared. So many have passed before us, and we will simply join them. It is not the end, as your body becomes part of nature and simply transforms into something else.
This poem gives hope to the reader.(@michael bullington) It gives hope to the one who has lost or is losing someone to death, to the one who is afraid of death. It tells them that death is not the end. And it tells them that they will not be alone. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
I have always found this piece offers the reader two ways to approach his/her own death ('when that time comes to join that innumerable caravan') and then lets the reader decide. This explains why some find the piece inspiring while others see it as depressing. I also think that argument can be made that Bryant introduced modern poetry to the United States in this piece (yes, even before Whitman) while also becoming the 'father' of the Transcendentalist movement.
It's a shame that you really don't get it, Michael. You poor, poor soul.
This is written by a man who has no hope beyond the grave. Poor, poor soul indeed. Eloquent, but utterly hopeless. And to think that this is regarded as his great work!