MAECENAS, you wonder what spell I am under And why I continue to stall; You cannot help thinking that I have been drinking— I haven't at all. My verses are thinnish? I simply can't finish The creaking iambics I start ... The god's interference has caused my arrearance— (The god of the heart.) Bathyllus of Samos excited the famous Anacreon, maker of rhymes; Why, you took a trip in your car with a pippin A couple of times. And so my cessation from versification, For Phryne's the girl I adore. (In which I have plenty of company—twenty Or twenty-one more) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRELUDE; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |