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A tribute to the dead Poets that still live in their deaths.

by Dany Bachir (writer), , February 23, 2008

Some of these men left us but did in fact leave something behind. Valuable thoughts put into words. Words that you still can feel while you’re walking on a sunny day feeling the wind gently touching your cheeks and fluidly floating in your hair.

Yes. Focus and you can hear them telling their poems. And then you think to yourself: these people never left without keeping something behind.

These people are dead now, but they are still members of a highly recognized society:

“The Dead Poet Society”

In 1989, Peter Weir paid tribute to these Poets in the award-winning motion picture “Dead Poet Society”, written by Tom Schulman. Robin Williams plays the character of John Keating, an English Professor with a unique method of teaching which inspires young men to pursue literature and poetry from its hidden meaning aspect rather than from the simple fact that poetry is a group of words put together to make sense and sound nice. In a way, he proved that poetry is somewhere hidden in each one of us. It’s just a matter of finding it and enjoying all the beauty that comes with it.

John Keating says:

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Living the life that we were given is a blessing and an enjoyable ride. With all the good and bad experiences we encounter. The "whole" makes life a sunny ride filled with greatness. But what if we can even make it better? What if we could see things not just as they look, but also as they seem? Why live quietly when getting crazy makes you feel the natural wildness of this world?

People tend to live quietly. Some never find their own voices. We tend to adapt to what’s out there. Most of the times we never bother to have an impact on others. We are simple receptives of what’s around in the environment. We rarely try to send some inspiration around. And then see how people react. Hoping that they would react as expected. How nice would it be to enjoy the wildness of the world with the people around. A lion would have never been the king of the jungle if no other animals were there.

John Keating also says:

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!

People come across many roads while living their lives. Choosing which roads to take determines someone’s life. That critical path that we all go through. That tunnel that keeps ending and starting again. But people tend to chose roads which have been traveled more often. They feel secured thinking that others have been able to reach safely the end of this road. But what if you take the other roads? Those traveled less. What if you take the risk and probably enjoy the beauty that comes with it. I once said that the most beautiful things are hidden in the least expected places. Someone special actually showed me some. We tend to ride the highways and escape the narrow streets. We tend to live our lives as others want us to live it. We forget that our lives are ours and it’s us who should decide how to live it.

John Keating says:

Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, "that's baaaaad." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."

Never think that there’s no Poet hidden inside you. It’s up to you to reveal it or not. It’s up to you to live out that pure energy or keep it inside and live the boring life of a predictable model man. Never say that you can’t write because it’s not you who writes, it’s that Poet inside you. Don’t disrespect that Poet, at least give him a chance. Sometimes he might be asleep or hurt, but some day he will wake up again and blow you away with beautiful words that mix with the words of those dead Poets. Again words that hit you on a sunny day with a small breeze.

Again, John Keating says:

Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved Earth and Heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Be poetic for the sake of those dead Poets. Those whom have visited you in your dreams and whom have given you the strength to find that hidden side of you.

They are dead indeed. But they live in their deaths.

About the Writer

Dany Bachir is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.
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