Did the beloved die?Yes and no.
Only really ceasing
When we cease to care.
Therefore (as Keats put it),
“On every morrow
Are we wreathing
Flowery bands
To bind us to the earth.”
Which is to say:
Composing poems
And melodious songs
That celebrate the world.
Which is to say:
Helping the beloved
To be reborn
By writing and reading
Poems.
Which is to say:
We have an urgent purpose.
Which is to say.