But I have run into a young poet who knows a lot of these songs.

Soon the young poet emerged as a leader of his people.

He has been studying a group of young black poets.

A good number of young poets were trained by him.

The good news is that any young poet can still be, if talented enough.

But for the young poet, the experience evidently meant more.

He died on 4 August, 1937, which was a great blow to the young poet.

He was a friend and mentor of many younger poets.

Yet from the start the younger poet presented herself as an independent spirit.

It was a gathering place for young poets and writers.