The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living~Epitaph on the memorial to T.S. Eliot.
This week, we're visiting poets' graves. OK, so today's topic might seem a little...dark. But it's not really. It's about history, remembrance, honoring our forepoets, and even having fun.
How can poets' graves have anything to do with fun? Listen to Tennessee poet laureate Maggi Vaughn talk, among other things, about visiting Thoreau's grave.
You can tell from the logo of The Dead Poets Society that they have a sense of humor. Their motto says, "We Dig Dead Poets....You Dig?" They are in the middle of their "Dead Poets Grand Tour 2010: 6,ooo miles...22 States...34 Daze."
You can follow along on the
blog here and, if you're in the U.S., you can see if the
Dead Poets Bash in your state has happened yet. (They note on their blog that Abraham Lincoln has the largest tomb of any American poet, and they'd like to be told if you can think of any that are larger.) They also have
videos of poems being read at poets' graves.
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Westminster Abbey has a famous
Poets' Corner, where some poets are buried, and others have monuments or plaques (but are buried elsewhere).
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More links:
~ The American Poet's Corner, inspired by Westminster Abbey's:
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine Poet's Corner. Poetry.org says, "In 1976, poet Muriel Rukeyser founded The Poetry Wall in the ambulatory of the Cathedral as a place where poems will always be accepted. Rukeyser explained "the whole idea is openness, a free giving and accepting of poetry. Poets meet so many rejections in their work. This is the place where poems will always be accepted. They can be signed or unsigned and in all languages." Poems can be sent to: The Muriel Rukeyser Poetry Wall, The Cathedral Church of St John the Divine, 1047 Amsterdam Avenue, New York, New York 10025."
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Poets' Graves, a UK-based site. ~ Want to see the grave for someone in particular?
Find a Grave might help.
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The Dead Poets perform poetry as music. (They claim that every poem by Emily Dickinson can be sung to the tune of
The Yellow Rose of Texas. Hmmm...)
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And finally, a poem...
At A Poet's Grave
Francis Ledwidge
When I leave down this pipe my friend
And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
My songs shall rise in wilding things
Whose roots are in my heart.
And here where that sweet poet sleeps
I hear the songs he left unsung,
When winds are fluttering the flowers
And summer-bells are rung.
(Henri Rousseau lesson plans)
Here's some info and quotes for your amusement: 
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