There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
At the age of 18 all young poets are sure they will be dead at 21 - of old age.
I have seen so many poets who were famous, who won all sorts of prizes, disappear with their death. I write as good as I can and don't try to turn that into some hope for a future that I could never know.
Whatever poet, orator or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
For some odd reason, the expression 'death of a poet' always sounds somewhat more concrete than 'life of a poet.'
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
If a poet does not tell the truth about time, his or her work will not survive it. Past or present, there is a human dimension to time, human voices within it, and human griefs ordained by it.
About two hundred or two hundred and fifty years after the death of Grettir, his history was committed to writing, and then it became fixed - nothing further was added to it, and we have his story after having travelled down over two hundred years as a tradition.
Poetry's always dead, you know? You don't realize how good poetry is until 15 years later.
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.