Romanticism In Jeopardy Poem by shimon weinroth

for works of art so great
the debt is paid by emulation
imitation of nature's slate,
worship a pantheiistic trait.

mixing hedonism with divinity,
distorted notions, choked emotions
called I, disguised said it was you,
and he, that made these notions be

allusions quotes and agents,
ruled the form of text, left a pretext
to use the pronoun called I,
in difficult straits dared a concept, called me

activated in a Puritan sea
Thompson, Gray and Collins too
a false humility and emotions must
seem tethered and saddled,

harnessed and well bred,
noble and blue blood, suppresssed the I for thee
by circumvention, classicists one and all,
denied the I for, they them and you,

dressed the personal, in allusions and metaphor,
and a score of agents indirect,
Shakespear's sonnets did not die,
romanticists survived and so did I

from, that fount extremities did sprout,
fad fetish and post-modern trout
made subjectivism their bout,
so I yawn at dawn and during the day

from morn to dusk gasp and sigh
letting dioxide escape, I groak you slan
sidle up and touch,
don't be bitter and morbid,

if only we could project our thoughts
to one another, then mental telepathy could be