I don't agree with those who say, "Poetry is for the masses." Poetry is mine I adamantly proclaim. Only with those who beg nicely will I share. okay, I'm somewhat easy - a simple please and you've got me. But seriously… "Its words," you say, "are everyone's." Perhaps, I admit, in theory. But when placed in certain orders the words cease to be, and what is there is not free I assure you. The syllables rustling in the winds, (past Webster's definitions) the gusts of connotations, phrases begetting words begetting phrases … interpretation swallowing as consciousness raises jubilee of understanding! Then questions calm toward comprehending. "It's mine alone; get your own." I think everyone should feel this way. "Poetry is mine" - try it on for size. Enjoy it alone, or in the company of friends who disagree and claim that poetry is theirs.