A budding poet learning to express
Pouring the images of the conceived world;
The sensibility maturing with years
The abstract becoming concrete and the concrete abstract;
Shares with the world the inner core of mind
Some drop deep with him
The rest read and don’t mind.
What is it?
Is it Wordsworth’s overflow of Powerful Feelings?
Or Eliot’s Escapism from a Personality
Or just a passing thought eager to take birth
Groomed and nurtured with words
Rescued by Coleridge’s Secondary Imagination
Constructing, Deconstructing, comprehended
By modest and learned souls,
Thus matter converted to flux
Imparting admission to the creator and the created.