To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother
Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands
For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut
Passions in verse for a sick people.
I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's
Archilochus: we name not Homer: who now
Can even imagine the fabulous dawn when bay-leaves (to a blind
Beggar) were not bitter in the teeth?
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Comments1This peom certainly makes ya think! I like the raw feel of it, like a hands-on approach to life, ya know? Kinda rather build than cry, that sorta thing. Really gets the wheels turning.