Oh Muse!  You who inspire me
To once more pick up pad and pen,
I beg you, Lady, set me free!
I cannot bear to write again.
For though your words are sweet, my dear,
This page is bone, this ink is blood,
And only pain is written here.
Although words rush from me in flood,
I do not like the things they say.
But still, your lash falls on my brain
And wounds me till I must obey.
I cannot bear to write.  Again,
I beg you, Muse, withhold your kiss.
No poetry could be worth this.