For e-bird
To be a bard 500 years ago, to spin the
Quatrains Marlowe did, to be applauded,
Not for sniveled drivel, but for words which
Sing, and do so moving toward an end,
To lard one's lines with birds and beasts,
And maidens coy, and wenches lusty.
Ah, but then I would have died: appendix
Burst at seventeen, and would, thus,
Not have had the time to learn to be a bard.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2015-07-28 at 22:50
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It's Best that the Past Has Passed
I tell myself how sweet it would have beenTo be a bard 500 years ago, to spin the
Quatrains Marlowe did, to be applauded,
Not for sniveled drivel, but for words which
Sing, and do so moving toward an end,
To lard one's lines with birds and beasts,
And maidens coy, and wenches lusty.
Ah, but then I would have died: appendix
Burst at seventeen, and would, thus,
Not have had the time to learn to be a bard.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 76 times
Written on 2015-07-28 at 22:50
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