Being identified as a poet in France or Denmark or India one is greeted with gracious respect.
For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic.
We are all participants in the marvelous.
Most poets in their youth begin in adolescent sadness. I find it more rewarding to end in gladness.
If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.
The only limits are, as always, those of vision.