The poet François Villon had good reason for dodging death. It turned up and took his literary remains, his body too, and his soul, if it did ind the soul's living quarters. It happen to mention a dead man (one who lived like a fool) - and soon there he is, sitting opposite, looking like himself, with his own eyes and hair, and talking bald truth with his bony tongue. You don't live un vain if you leave a pot on paper, a name in history. All those traitors and killers - and not a word remains, even in the court records. Hello, directors, tyrants, hypocritical sermonizers and other rogues: see how the poets avenge fearing for their lives and their dear liberty through giving things their proper names. Poets are: you can't make them disappear even by forgetting them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEPPO: A VENETIAN STORY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 4. AL-MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 5. THE EXILE by ALBERTA BANCROFT THE DEATH OF THE POOR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN THE INCUNABULUM'S TALE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |