How Do the People Mourn, When Poets Die?

How 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,
whilst these old souls decline in their death throes.



Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-20 at 16:12

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow! That's a deep one! The final line of this is like the poet looking in the mirror about his/her ode to Country. I could never write that, myself: Well maybe I could about the green green grass of my homeland - which itself is but a small part of that Country. But what Country of the World can hold it's head t-r-u-l-y aloft in the sure and certain knowledge that they had as a nation acted fairly and honestly? None is my guess. Politics and religion have a lot to answer for.
Sorry to have slightly digressed there, but that is what you poem made me feel and think. Thank you so much for sharing.
2022-02-20