:45:02
Are my foes like the wind?
:45:04
their heavy spars
may spin you down to the mud.
:45:08
Or lift me to the stars.
:45:17
You must admit...
:45:18
I shall never be sated!
I like to displease and be hated.
:45:22
With more calm, fortune and fame
:45:25
What should I do?
:45:26
Seek out a powerful patron to pursue?
:45:28
Cling to him like a vine?
:45:32
Wind around him to fawn and whine?
:45:35
And rise through ruse instead of merit?
:45:38
No thank you!
:45:42
Compose, as a rule
poems for usurers?
:45:45
Play the fool
hoping to see some minister
:45:49
give a smile that's not sinister?
:45:52
No thank you!
:45:53
Breakfast off a toad?
Grovel on the dirty road?
:45:57
Wear the knees of my breeches through?
:46:00
And kiss feet too?
:46:02
No thank you!
:46:03
Find genius in imbeciles?
:46:04
And let out shrtill squeals
of regret
:46:07
when my name is missing
from some gazette?
:46:13
No thank you!
:46:15
Be scared of being thought paltry?
:46:18
Prefer social visits to poetry?
:46:20
Write placets and be introduced?
:46:23
No thank you! No thank you!
:46:30
But sing, dream...laugh...
:46:34
move on...
:46:36
be alone...
:46:38
have a choice...
:46:40
have a watchful eye
and a powerful voice
:46:44
wear my hat awry...
:46:47
fight for a poem if I like
:46:50
and perhaps even die.
:46:53
Nevre care about fame or fortune
and even travel to the moon!