The dead poet

Poems are always accepted and I have heard many claim that it is very difficult to compose poetry. Some of us love poetry because of its unlocking power. As Wordsworth said "the spontaneous flow of powerful feelings" is applicable when it comes to poetry.

When we look into the history of poets and their works we largely focus on the Romantic poets like Wordsworth and Keats. Yes, I too agree that they are amazing poets due to the majority of their works still being appreciated today.

Poets die physically but they continue to live in their works. If not for their works I don't think any of us will remember them as we even fail to remember the names of our closest ancestors. 

This poem is written in the form of a dream. As we dream we meet a lot of unique people. Sometimes the faces we meet may never appear again but it's just the pigment of imagination that we form from our memory. The poet similarly has a dream of meeting a poet but that dream turns to reality when he wakes up and realises he is dead.

Death is just a form as when he was alive he spent his time writing words that will remain alive for a very long time.