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...ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |