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...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER |