Oh how she does allude me, that fickle
beastly thing. To have her is a dream, a gift,
to be cherished and held dear, yet in my
life, so rare. She is not punctual, no,
making and breaking appointments like mad!
If only, just once, the kind Muse could come
approach my desk and delight me in
the sweetness of her presence! The bliss of
an hour, two, with her alone, inspired, think!
What could be done with Time, that Muse so great?
beastly thing. To have her is a dream, a gift,
to be cherished and held dear, yet in my
life, so rare. She is not punctual, no,
making and breaking appointments like mad!
If only, just once, the kind Muse could come
approach my desk and delight me in
the sweetness of her presence! The bliss of
an hour, two, with her alone, inspired, think!
What could be done with Time, that Muse so great?
This is a lovely invocation--or, rather, a poem about an invocation, I guess--the longing for the muse is very evocative.
ReplyDeleteThe lines are only sometimes iambic, however: "approach my desk and delight me in" is; "making and breaking appointments like mad" is not. Remember that in an iambic line the first syllable is always unemphasized and the last syllable is emphasized.