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Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during your life-time.

Even Shakespeare confirms the true meaning
In Henry VIII, through Griffith who observes
“Men’s evil manner live in brass; their virtues
We write in waters”

So many misunderstood your genius writings
That is why The review called you a disciple of “Cockney Poetry”
And a severe comments on Endymion
“Go back to the apothecary shop Mr. John Keats…..”

Unluckily they did not read your magnificent Odes
Swinburne considered The Ode to a Nightingale
“The final masterpiece of human work for all ages”
Critic Helen calls the Odes, Ultimate embodiment.

Like me, the poets all around our globe get inspired by
“If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree
It had better not come at all”

Your words like leaves are still on the tips of every tongue
There isn’t a single moment 
People don’t quote you, write about you, speak about you.
I repeat your epitaph

““Here lies one whose name was writ in water”
Only all that was mortal your grave contains
Your name and fame exist everywhere like Zephyr.

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May 30, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Eighth Place Win
Contest: Letter to a poet by Monterey Sirak

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