Dead Poet Poem by Moonchild Diva
Dead Poet
I met the dead poet in a Mexican cafe,
I knew him right away.
Some say he disappeared,
that he never died,
so I was not surprised.
Reading his poems all these years,
he simply heard his lines,
in my mind, somehow.
He sat down,
quietly reciting
the poem I love the best.
Wonder if the name *BARD* cafe, meeting places. [ there sort of like moths ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:28:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi! I’m Eddie Roa and I just got in to this website. By chance I came across your name in the list of poets and read some of your works. Good writes. I have posted some of my poems today and a few days ago.. My style ranges from light to dark poetry (modern enough but not postmodern) and some Japanese verse forms like haiku, senryu and tanka. I hope you will bother to check out my work. Thanks and happy writing.