Poem for a Dead Poet

I love this poem by Roger McGough.  It seem to express both his personality, or the one he projects in personal readings, and his genuine respect for poems and poets.

Poem for a Dead Poet

He was a poet he was.
A proper poet.
He said things
that made you think
and said them nicely.
He saw things
that you or I
could never see
and saw them clearly.
He had a way
with language.
Images flocked around
him like birds,
St. Francis, he was,
of the words.  Words?
Why he could almost make ’em talk.

Roger McGough



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