Poetry is seldom about money

or making money. Thank God. There are far more important emotional, mental, and spiritual matters to ponder. That and an appreciation of Nature, life through the senses, people, love, art, and language.

(The only classic poems more directly about money and materialism per se I can think of are Wordsworth’s “The World is Too Much with Us” and Auden’s “The Unknown Citizen”.)

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