By C. Boterweg
(After E.A. Markham)
The poet, through his art memorializes the dead.
Likewise she urges the living to make a difference
while time remains.
The Genesis for their tales comes from personal
interaction and observation. It is Poe's bride
Annabel Lee for whom he weeps, from her own
Solitude that Ella Wheeler Wilcox warns us. Only
after Crossing The Bar does Tennyson share with
us his intentions.
Without this record could history be more than a
random sample based on mere conjecture reaching
even more unlikely conclusions?
Can the dying pass without regret? Lovers love
without a kiss? Can the lost recover direction
without a guide?
If no one illuminates atrocities committed, is the world
any safer? Are Daffodils not more beautiful when seen
through Wordsworth's eyes?
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