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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a Fork of Byron's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like any other fork.—No mark you meet with<br>To point some psychological conceit with.<br>An ordinary fork. A fork to eat with.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No individuality of fashion:<br>No stamp of frenzy fine, or poet-passion;<br>An article in no respect Parnassian.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No muse “with ivy never sere” hath decked it:<br>In fact, it would be foolish to expect it.<br>I question if the muses recollect it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A plain straightforward fork; yet interesting,<br>As to the world in general attesting<br>That poetizing hinges on digesting.<br>A fork not standing on its merits merely,<br>But, being Byron's, testifying clearly<br>That verse and victuals are related nearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite genuine; crest and all; a fork to swear by;<br>Some poet-stories doubtless hanging thereby,—<br>Associations such as gold can ne'er buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For 'twixt the fork and the divine afflatus<br>The links are perfect; there is no hiatus;<br>Fork, stomach, brain, pen,—all one apparatus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when the food that on the fork ascended<br>Grew into verse as with the brain it blended,<br>The fork wrote just as truly as the pen did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For though the fork the earlier resource is,<br>Between the two no violent divorce is,—<br>I hold them to be correlated forces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perchance the unsuspected ministration<br>Of this same fork first set in circulation<br>The coinage of his rich imagination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perchance this very fork could give the clue to<br>What many of the famous thoughts were due to,<br>That now are part of me, and part of you too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if its prongs administered the fuel<br>That working duly unto brain-renewal<br> <br>Kindled the thoughts that even yet fire you all,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This very fork—(unless I quite astray be,<br>And you of unimpressionable clay be)—<br>A factor in your moral product may be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And musing thus, does not this fork begin to you<br>To seem as consanguineously akin to you<br>As if the bard himself had stuck it into you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis ever thus: what Genius consecrateth<br>The nearest with the most remote collateth,<br>Till meanest use on highest issue waiteth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This salad, now, in which the fork I'm pressing,<br>Wherein are all sweet savours coalescing—<br>What subtle shoot of genius efflorescing<br>Flowered in the flavour of so rich a blessing?<br>Is it that Byron's fork, some charm possessing,<br>Transmutes the—stop a bit—Who did the dressing?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q>
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An ordinary fork. A fork to eat with.

No individuality of fashion:
No stamp of frenzy fine, or poet-passion;
An article in no respect Parnassian.

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