I am Byron's arrogance
I am Hughes' brutality
I am Wordsworth's beauty
I am Hardy's humanity
I am Skelton's faith
I am Spenser's reason
I am Duffy's oppression
I am Keats' romance
I am Tennyson's courage
I am Yeats' patriotism
I am Heaney's militancy
And I am Dylan's rhythm
But, for I am just an infant learning to crawl
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List poems have a tendency to become repetative, but this poem left me wanting more.
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