J.V. Cunningham (1911-1985)
How time reverses
The proud in heart!
I now make verses
who aimed at art.
But I sleep well.
Ambitious boys
Whose big lines swell
With spiritual noise,
Despise me not!
And be not quesy
To praise somewhat:
Verse is not easy.
But rage who will.
Time that procured me
Good sense and skill
Of madness cured me.
Friday, October 12, 2007
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from Writing Poems by Robert Wallace
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