Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE MAKES THE BEST POETS; AN IDYLLIUM, by BION Poet's Biography First Line: Darts, torch, or bow, the muses do not fear Last Line: My viol's tun'd, and sweetest numbers flow. Subject(s): Love; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
DARTS, Torch, or Bow, the Muses do not fear, They love and follow Cupid ev'ry where, And him whose breast his arrows cannot reach, They all avoid, refusing him to teach. But if Love's fire begin to warm a heart, They straight inspire it with their sacred art; Let none with subtil logic this deny, For I too well the truth can testify. If Men or Gods I strive to celebrate, My music's discord, and my verse is flat: For Love, or Lycis, when my vein I show, My viol's tun'd, and sweetest numbers flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION |
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