The dead poets' Society

I've become unhealthily obsessed with the idea of some melancholic poet touring the Highlands in the Transit van trying, singlehandedly, to fight the menace of Teuchter Suicide.

My random thoughts on the matter:

1) The only bit of poetry I have ever been able to memorise belongs to Keats it goes like this:

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die

2) Poets who have killed themselves:

John Berryman
Hart Crane
Sergei Esenin
Adam L. Gordon
Randall Jarrell
Vladimir Mayakovsky
Sylvia Plath
Sarah Teasdale
Anne Sexton

3) Happy poets - Pam Ayres

God help them, God help them all.