Is there a definition of traditional that everyone can agree on? Perhaps the only one that works revolves around tradition being the way things are usually done. Safe. Circumscribed.
But poetry exists in its own special place unconfined by tradition. From the beginning of human history people have given it permission to escape its borders, like a wildfire. If it ever became tame, it would no longer be poetry. It would lose its flame, its mystery, its power.
The Irish poet W. B. Yeats describes it beautifully in the second part of his essay, “Poetry and Tradition” (1907):
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