poeta nascitur non fit
1. All poets are in a competition:
the prize is immortality.
2. In this life we are each
given a set of cards to play
of our nature and our nurture.
All we can do is to play the right card
at the right time
and hope for the best.
We have no control over the outcome.
3. On John Clare's gravestone
the Latin motto
is written in English.
Surrounded yearly by
the Helpston children's midsummer cushions;
John Clare, who so loved Nature.
Mary Joyce lays her tribute.
4. `Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge thee mine.'
I am of the tribe of Ben.
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