hai very nice sir

1. There was a country- Yasmine Gooneratne
There was a country where fine poems lay
Close to the surface. Under every hedges
Each passing shower would bare a glittering edge
No stream but, sifted, yielded poetry
I kicked a stone aside in irritation
And saw its under-surface start to gleam
And there beneath my feet there waited seams
So rich, the merest movement brought creation
Here it is not the same. Though poetry
Occurs, they say, I have not glimpsed it yet,
Stumbled upon or caught it in a net
Of words. I feel that poems here must lie
Deeper than opals, deeper far than oil
And alll the tools I am accustomed to
-love,anger,pity,wit-will hardy do,
Blunt as this air has made them, for such toil.
There was a country where,when sorrow grazed
The heart but once the Muse brought forth her plenty
to twos and fours, half-dozens, dozens,twenties.
The mine seemed inexhaustible, a dazed
Discover, wondering, merely poured them down
On paper. Grief would need to strike so deep
Here, that I’d rather let creation sleep

2. Than mine the diamonds for a poet’s crown.