When Poets Die
Why do the people mourn, when poets die?
Where do bards go, when they perish in their sleep?
And, if heaven and hell together weep,
do angels and demons make pause and sigh,
to raise them to their new homes in the sky
where the sun never dies; and the stars sweep
the hemisphered earth in night's moonless steep
where forces rise, and powers occupy?
May monuments, and shields, be erected;
and eulogies delivered in rich prose;
may their odes to country be perfected,
while in marble sepulchres they decompose:
for poets laureate it's expected,
as these old souls decline in their death throes.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2022
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