Just like the de la Pole family
went in five generations from fishermen to dukes,
and then to the Tower of London, onto scaffolds
and to be a bloody corpse trampled
on the battlefield at Pavia,
thus good poetry rises from meagre origins,
from endless peasanthood lines,
into merchant-hood of average quality,
and, breaking the limits against all odds,
emerges as a flower of chivalry and rhetoric,
challenging for the highest crown,
until finding an end, like the White Rose,
too soon, at the hands of critics and time.
21.01.2023
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