Poets and poetizers

There are poets who suddenly shine with a violent red flame and with their first call, with their first impulses, they go beyond the boundaries of the ordinary and conquer readers. Even the coldest, simplest words shine with the fiery rhythm of their feelings. It is not ambition, not imitation that directs them to poetic art. Unnoticed, like flowers in the field, their thoughts burst forth and one day we discover that a poet has been born. It is as if some higher power, that earthly-unearthly power, has gifted them with the ability to create their own world of thoughts and ideas. Their vital existence seems to transform itself into poetry. They sink into the spoken words and their poems, like a smile, naturally and effortlessly blossom on their lips. They think, they sigh, they dream in verses. What is expressed in acute life conflicts, or what passes away with chance, they transform into melodic flutter, into poetry. For them, poetry is not a craft. It is an organic breakthrough of their spiritual world. It is a tearing of the crust of everyday life by the inner boiling of experiences. It is a cry of a victor or a lament of victory. A joyful impulse of a discoverer or a suffering anguish of one broken by life. These poets may quickly go out, but the sparks they have scattered around them excite the imagination for centuries. "Fools" and crazy heads, they often draw upon themselves the wrath and curses of prudent grayness. Legends grow around them, the evil rumor of offensive mediocrity follows them, but they turn into myth.