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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Irksome Passion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Does it irk one that poets<br>who think real poetry<br>consists almost solely<br>of exclamation points<br>and impassioned rhetoric? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is there no room in prosody<br>for the quiet meditative poem<br>or the modern ironic comment? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not according to some<br>on this board who imply<br>that overheated verbiage<br>and a certain sympathy<br>one feels for the downtrodden<br>are prerequisites for poetry<br>with a capital P.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=559496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Does Keats or Shakespeare<br>foam at the mouth and spill<br>their guts in every line <br>they cast? Shelley does, <br>you say, but is hysteria<br>really that necessary?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Pruchnicki">Michael Pruchnicki</a></strong></div>

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