I was leafing through the collected poems of Stevie Smith today, in between laundry loads, always a nice thing to do on a sunny Saturday, and I found this gem which should be dear to any poet or any other artisan who finds himself feeling down in the dumps.
To School!
Let all the little poets be gathered together in classes
And let prizes be given to them by Prize Asses
And let them be sure to call all the little poets young
And worse follow what's bad begun
But do not expect the Muse to attend this school
Why look already how far she is flown off, she is no fool.
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