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The Dead Poet


At last the path runs straight

from his hovel to the skies

and the bolted postern gate

of the Western Paradise

where seven times seven

Immortals judge a throng,

admitting some to heaven

for the pittance of a song.


Timothy Murphy



From Very Far North, The Waywiser
Press, London, England, 2002.
Reprinted by permission of the

Background by
Karen S. Nicholas