Almost all poetry is so bad that language itself laments. Don't write your poetry. No one is interested in you, for Keats's sake! Write poems that are marvelous, that are attuned to the symbolic depths and haunted connotations of language itself. The world wants poems about World. About how unusual the world finds itself to be there existing.
[Sermon to myself.]
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