To A Poet

Poem By Claude McKay

There is a lovely noise about your name,
Above the shoutings of the city clear,
More than a moment's merriment, whose claim
Will greater grow with every mellowed year.

The people will not bear you down the street,
Dancing to the strong rhythm of your words,
The modern kings will throttle you to greet
The piping voice of artificial birds.

But the rare lonely spirits, even mine,
Who love the immortal music of all days,
Will see the glory of your trailing line,
The bedded beauty of your haunting lays.

Comments about To A Poet

Some first-class poets, whose names will endure, are not popular with their fellow townspeople. A king may even be hostile to them. A few, like this poet, do recognize a genuine quality though. A deep truth about human nature in 'To a Poet'.
The music written by poets enthralls all. Each stanza exudes the beauty of poems. Lovely write! Enjoyed it very much.
The music written by poets enthralls all. Each stanza exudes the beauty of poems. Lovely write! Enjoyed it very much.


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