People presume poetry to be a pretty play of mere words, but true poetry is expression—it is the revelation of real feeling, and so, nearly anything and everything can be poetry whenever the source is honest: structured verse, wild speech, measured manners—even a fit of rage—all of these things can be poetry; indeed, life is poetry. But what stands strong, high, and above the rest? What is genuine and what is imitated? What is quality product and what is common commodity? What is the beauty whose light reaches all, and what is it that begs the question.