Elegy For Dead Poets Poem by Francie Lynch

Elegy For Dead Poets

Rating: 5.0


When poets die,
Sad, but true,
It matters not
What their bodies do,
The spirit flies
To Poet's Corner,
In Westminster Abbey.
You'll not see
Busts or inscriptions
For all the poets
Whose spirits linger
Alongside Chaucer, Browning, Spencer,
And a myriad of authors.
Dead Poet you have earned your share;
Dead Poet I will know you're there,
Composing in the Laureate's Chair.

Saturday, September 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,memoriam,poets
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Darwin Henry Beuning 23 December 2015

Francie, I enjoyed reading your poem. It would be nice after our demise, where all poets meet and greet.

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Ovi Odiete 29 September 2015

this is amazing and fantastic...

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 26 September 2015

Verily, a great tribute to each and every poet. Loved reading it................10

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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