User:Volitant Carp

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''Encased in talent like a uniform,

''The rank of every poet is well known;

''They can amaze us like a thunderstorm,

''Or die so young, or live for years alone.

''They can dash forward like hussars: but he

''Must struggle out of his boyish gift and learn

''How to be plain and awkward, how to be

''One after whom none think it worth to turn.

''For, to achieve his lightest wish, he must

''Become the whole of boredom, subject to

''Vulgar complaints like love, among the Just

''Be just, among the Filthy filthy too,

''And in his own weak person, if he can,

''Must suffer dully all the wrongs of Man.

--W.H. Auden