About Good Poetry

What makes poetry a pleasure,
A delight you discard never?
Talent? No, it’s not my favored answer on this page;
Inspiration acts on stage.
If you ever see the play,
Your eyes will touch the brightest ray,
‘Cos all the poetry can be
Is nothing but a deity,
And the lines that are professed
No humans here can confess.
And this is one I do admit:
There is no talent but a gift;
That’s why some rhymes are all just real,
They are a company and not a drill.
Hope that you will understand
What’s the talent, what are men;
And that all of us down here
Are simple lines of mighty will.