Tuesday, January 10, 2012

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.

3 comments:

Nevid said...

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.

Richard Epstein said...

See,

http://rhepoems.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html

Both poems are very old.

Nevid said...

Both nice.