For Dr Feldman: After Martial
Your standards, Burton, force you to condemn
A verse not passed into an apothegm.
Forgive me, will you, if I do not die
To earn the moist approval of your eye.
A verse not passed into an apothegm.
Forgive me, will you, if I do not die
To earn the moist approval of your eye.
posted by Richard Epstein at
4:20 AM
3 Comments:
Do one with "phlegm"!
This one is sort of a companion piece to your one which goes "will you not be good temporarily". Or so I thought. Same tone.
See,
http://rhepoems.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html
Both poems are very old.
Both nice.
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