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Metaphoric View Of Poetry
"Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto . . .
"furor arma ministrat . . . ."
---Vergil, The Aeneid, I
Those who are unable to discern the difference
between Poetry---I mean real, Canonical poetry---
and the attenuated lines of misplaced prose
that belongs in the sluggish slogs of
unapologetically selfcentered blogs
are demonstrators of an uninformed, unread
intrusion upon the edifice of Poetry
the way that crude, and bloodthirsty, destructors
slipped out of the rectum of the Trojan Horse;
enflamers whose only purpose was to
demolish and ruin the long beseiged city of Troy;
which is like the City of Poetry,
long beseiged by the dunces of whom Pope wrote;
of whom Vergil sang in the second book of his epic,
after he had released the nectar of his words
at the grass-stained bare feet of the lovely
shepherd boys whose delicate beauty---
though often disparaged by haters,
or the jealous enviers who could not possess it---
inhabited the verses of his Eclogues.
Starward
