Can someone with a big, thick, neck write poetry?
Or is poetry for the weak and skinny?
Race or gender is not the issue;
It’s a matter of fat and muscle tissue.
Can someone with a big fat ass
Appreciate “The Leaves of Grass?”
Can this American with a huge belly
Love the poetry of Shelley?
Amy Lowell, it’s true, was fat,
But was she a poet because of that?
Amy Lowell’s soul, I hear,
Was lighter than the atmosphere.
Edna Millay was lighter than a feather.
Poetry floats and falls, like parts of the weather.
Amy Lowell had the Lowell name,
Good for a little poetic fame.
Talk of the weather. Words of woe.
Anyone can be a poet, you know.