Almost forgot I'd meant to post this by Cunningham
For My Contemporaries
How time reverses
The proud in heart!
I now make verses
Who aimed at art.
But I sleep well.
Ambitious boys
Whose big lies swell
With spiritual noise
Despise me not!
And be not queasy
To praise somewhat:
Verse is not easy.
But rage who will.
Time that procured me
Good sense and skill
Of madness cured me.
Oops. I've just realized the subject headers in these threads have changed, and I've posted mostly dimeter pieces here. Feel free to move them if it's easier on you, Tim.
[This message has been edited by wendy v (edited May 24, 2004).]
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