Put those critics’ books
Back upon the shelf.
Never ask a poet
To explain himself.

Poets only ask
That you feel their pain
As it is transmogrified
Into sweet refrain.

Thanks, enjoyed this. Nice and simple!

Have you read ee cummings - A Poets Advice? :slight_smile:

No, but I will read it. My poem got its flavor from Kierkegaards “Diapsalmata”. That short piece tells of an ancient tribe who placed people inside a metal bull, then lit a fire under it. The screams were heard as sounds of the bull, not as human sounds. K’s idea was that people ask a poet to suffer so that they can hear the “transmogrified” sound of pain as something pleasant.
Thanks for your appreciation. The short, terse lines I learned from exposure to Blake.