Meet Pooh, the Poet
After Piglet Does a Very Grand Thing, Pooh sings all seven verses of the hum he’s written to Piglet, who “just stood and glowed.” When it ends, Piglet has a question of the poet:
“Did I really do all that?” he said at last.
Well,” said Pooh, “in poetry—in a piece of poetry—well, you did it, Piglet, because the poetry says you did. And that’s how people know.”
This, dear poetry people, is how poems work. Poems are true because the poetry says they are.
Read the rest of the post at Tweetspeak Poetry (plus a football poem with a recalcitrant rainbow!)