<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Denis, Tara, and the Muse of Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Muse…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a serious question for you<br>but I can’t wait to put it into beautiful poetry.<br>I hope you understand…<br>Respect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some poets feel the need to consume<br>substances – liquids, solids, smokeables, injectibles…<br>before, during, and after the creative act<br>as, uh.. consciousness-enhancers …<br>(there are, needless to say but I’m saying it, <br>those who strongly disapprove, but also, <br>those who call these, last defences of the immortal godself…) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m wondering, (and of course, <br>I’m fairly well versed [so to speak - a curious phrase, that]<br>in the slight evidence of the Dionysiac abandon<br>that balanced and accompanied<br>the ancient Apollonian disciplines…) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m wondering whether, you’ve always approved<br>these means of lubricating praise to You and poetry…<br>especially in this Iron Age, and we so far <br>from sparkling and nymph-haunted streams<br>and rocks and groves and verdant fields of sheep and goat<br>and shepherds writing poems to all this…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or is it that<br>You, knowing who your faithful worshippers truly are, and<br>gently sighing, allow their glorious poetry<br>to manifest quite irrespective of what they believe<br>they need to find You within their writing selves? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sorta hoping that<br>You, who know all the arts of healing which poetry bestows, <br>reward these devotees of yours through thick and thin, <br>…through sick and sin…<br>with that blessing and that heavenly smile<br>in their pure hearts; replacing all these<br>Iron Age’s physical protections<br>for the heart, the mind, the soul, <br>with Your pure fire, <br>the fire of Your immortal speech..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which looks so strange upon this printed page; <br>not sung aloud to Illyria’s echoing rocks and hills …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that indeed You love them<br>more than they or we may ever know, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460308" data-title="To Denis, Tara, and the Muse of Poetry de Michael Shepherd" data-description="O Muse… I have a serious question for you but I can’t wait to put it into beautiful poetry. I hope you understand… Respect. Some poets feel the need to consume substances – liquids, solids, smokeables, injectibles… before, during, and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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