In a few days, we will enter the golden gates of National Poetry Month. “There’s no money in poetry,” quoth poet laureate Robert Graves, “but there’s also no poetry in money.” While it is true that rhyme doesn’t pay, poets gain a foothold on eternity through their poems, and that luminous immortality outshines the evanescent flash of coins. Let us not forget that Francis Scott Key’s “Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light/What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming” and Katherine Lee Bates’s “America! America! God shed his grace on thee/And crown thy good with brotherhood/From sea to shining sea!” were first written as poems and only after were set to music. What follows