TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Dirge. by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe swallows muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.

Why did you die when the lambs were cropping?
You should have died at the apples’ dropping,
When the grasshopper comes to trouble,
And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble,
And all winds go sighing
For sweet things dying.

Public Domain Poetry

12 thoughts on “TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Dirge. by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  1. Soon after reading this poem, I found out that local slam poet, and part of the winning U.S. poetry slam team, Danny Solis, had died in April. Former Poet Laureate of Albuquerque, Jessica Helen Lopez, organized a celebration of his life on May 6. Poets traveled here to Albuquerque or Zoomed in. I was able to read this poem of Rossetti’s on the open mic there. So, I thank you for making me aware of it.
    If you are not familiar with Danny Solis, let me tell you: He was born and grew up in the Dallas area and moved across the country — Austin, Texas; Boston; North Carolina; Albuquerque, N.M. — unfortunately for us in Albuquerque, he moved to Rochester in 2013. He was one of the most acclaimed slam poets in U.S. and international competitions in the 1990s and 2000s. He won state and regional championships, as well as two national and international slam poetry championships. In 2005, he was the director of the National Poetry Slam, the largest poetry competition in the world. And Solis was one of three poets chosen for a U.S. State Department project to teach and organize slam poetry in Nepal and Botswana.
    He helped found the Day-of-the-Dead-Poets Slam in 2014. Lopez called him: “…El Xingon Xicano Poeta and Beloved Friend, Father, Family Member, Community Member, Organizer, and everyone’s Favorite Rabble Rouser.”

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  2. That is a powerful, well-written poem. My immediate impression was that it harked back to an earlier time when people slaved over a poem to make it rhyme without losing the emotion, the actual experience. And then I saw the dates the poet lived, and my brain made the obvious connection to “Dead Poets Tour”. Duh. Also, I guess it is a dirge, but the imagery seemed to soften the sorrow that was so eloquently expressed. Now I feel inadequate. 🙂

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