Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DECEASED, by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS

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THE DECEASED, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: He was a reprobate I grant
Last Line: He had an excellence which you miss.
Subject(s): Writing & Writers

He was a reprobate I grant
and always liquored till his money went.

His hair depended on a noosed from
a Corona Veneris. His eyes, dumb

like prisoners in their cavernous slots, were
settled in attitudes of despair.

You who God bless you never sunk so low
censure and pray for him that he was so;

and with his failings you regret the verses
the fellow made, probably between curses,

probably in the extremes of moral decay,
but he wrote them in a sincere way:

and appears to have felt a refined pain
to which your virtue cannot attain.

Respect him. For this
He had an excellence which you miss.

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