To you I say O Sappho dear,
How did your meter like a sea wove?
And Archilochus had sung in such tone
When he was full of that currish ire?
Hear now of the poets' tricks,
Lunatics dependent on their Muse:
They verse the sound they hear,
By the merit as it was told.
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Author:
Acheel (
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- Category: Humor
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Iambic meter like the waves measures a poetic merit. But then are not all prophets and poets mad? A lovely write and a fave
Just a dark joke, "lunatics" seen in Joseph Cambell's eyes, thank you good sir!
Most welcome
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