<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570546" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Retrieved Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry is dead, <br>Some would say.<br>But the inspiration that befell the poet, <br>But the gods that cursed the poet<br>Would never allow him grow weary.<br>It keeps pouring out like morning dew<br>From sundown to cock crow.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          Some would say.<br>Those would get paid<br>That wishes it out of this world.<br>Judgement day, the pay day, even today<br>, <br>Memories linger of what the gods inspired.<br>Only poetry has survived a worldwide flood.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          Some have said.<br>          But the inspiration keeps coming, <br>          But the memory keeps living.<br>          Poetry lives on even when the world is dead; <br>          It dies only if it is not poetry<br>          And there is only a good few poetry.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          Some have said.<br>          Until we start seeing poetry as poetry<br>          And nothing more, until that day, <br>          Until we start thinking he is inspired, <br>          Until we stop thinking for the poet; <br>          He is possessed he is innocent.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          So goes the argument.<br>          Even as we cut from the same tree, <br>          Even as we speak same universal language, <br>          You cannot cut deep if your axe's blunt.<br>          We can never speak from same mouth.<br>          You can only say your own thought.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          So goes the argument, <br>          If poetry is dead killed by death, <br>          If poetry is dead swallowed by death, <br>          The corpse should be in our front.<br>          We should know how to bury it.<br>          We should dig not cover it with dust.<br>Poetry is dead, <br>          If poetry is really dead, <br>          There is cause to weep bitterly, <br>          There is cause to think deeply<br>          For the world has been stripped naked.<br>          For poetry is great, ageless, timeless, bottomless<br>          At the burial we must remain emotionless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chime+Justice+Ndubuisi">Chime Justice Ndubuisi</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570546" data-title="Retrieved Poetry de Chime Justice Ndubuisi" data-description="Poetry is dead, Some would say. But the inspiration that befell the poet, But the gods that cursed the poet Would never allow him grow weary. It keeps pouring out like morning dew From sundown to cock crow. Poetry is dead,           So..."></div> </div> </div>

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