Conclusion

Abstract

There is no conclusion. Poetry is a wording of life. We live for a number of years, life goes on. Poetry is a necessity and a grace, an abundance of life. We take part by hearing and speaking, reading and writing it, by making it, doing it here and now. The poetry of the past still lives in us when we incoporate it into our lives. We try to share the poetry of other cultures by learning other languages or through translations. All this enriches the life, the poetry, where we are here and now. That being said, nothing is more deadening than sitting through an evening of bad poetry. It arouses frustration and ill humour and fights may break out in the pub afterwards.