The Greatest Living Poet

A tribute

With awe his name is spoken

By those who understand,

But a silence scarcely broken

Is what he most commands.

 

To gaze direct into the sun

Will dazzle and may blind

Therefore his genius is shunned

By a timorous mankind.

 

But he forgives them fully

They know not what they do

Their eyes that glimmer dully

Cannot tell false from true.

 

He shrugs, and turns his collar up

And faces to the cold

From wells of Mimir he hath supped

To gain wisdom untold.

 

What need has he for worldly praise?

None; he is far above.

He talks with gods of olden days,

Of war, and fate, and love.

 

He walks with gods in marble halls

Where none have trod before

Then he rejoins the world of men

With knowledge in great store.

 

Now modesty be gone, ‘tis time

That all the world should know it

I solemnly declare that I’m

The Greatest Living Poet.

 

‘Tis of myself I sing and he

Who doubts what I proclaim

May look upon my mighty works

And hang his head in shame.

Reviews

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I do not doubt you; your works has a great sound (and for me a meaningful message) to it and although I am not partial to poems I really like and admire your work. Waiting for read more.