For the love of Dead Poets

I found this old notebook full of poems I liked when I was a young man. I suppose it's inevitable that all of the writers are now dead. Still, it must have been nice for them, slipping out of life knowing that a few of their lines will keep on keeping on, after they have not.

How Beastly the Bourgeois is (and still are) - D.H.Lawrence

Queer Poem, Poem - Malcolm Lowry

Não sei quantas alms tenho - Fernando Pessoa