they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead
Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.
(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)
It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was, is, and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality.