The last romantic hero
A humble fisherman
collecting water colours,
that was all,
until he suddenly
already in his sixties
started writing poems,
introducing a new spirit
of reborn idealism and chivalry
and boiling over with enthusiasm
to carry with him a whole bunch
of startling talents of ebullient poetry.
He touched me often with his cordial honesty
of true appreciation, friendship and intimacy,
and I believe so touched us all
with some kind of inspiring spell
of irresistible romanticism
compelling us to love
and feel at home with him in Camelot.
Thanks, Mike, for all you did for us
by simply being here,
and we shall never let you go.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-05-18 at 09:40
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