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What should you do with a second-hand muse-- inspiration spent, and by his mistress abus’d?: Feed him some grapes under cliffsides and clouds, sit him under a tree; read him verses aloud. Make him a spectre of love unrequited, tell him of enemies that you’d like smited. Recount transgressions, and triumphs and losses; ponder Cruel Fate and the luck of coin tosses. Tell him of all of your sins now excused-- how the Judge and the Jury have been recused. And that any dream, urge, or whim can be used-- but you simply cannot go on as a-mused.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
Refurbishing a Muse
What should you do with a second-hand muse-- inspiration spent, and by his mistress abus’d?: Feed him some grapes under cliffsides and clouds, sit him under a tree; read him verses aloud. Make him a spectre of love unrequited, tell him of enemies that you’d like smited. Recount transgressions, and triumphs and losses; ponder Cruel Fate and the luck of coin tosses. Tell him of all of your sins now excused-- how the Judge and the Jury have been recused. And that any dream, urge, or whim can be used-- but you simply cannot go on as a-mused.
Probably should take my own advice...haven't written much lately and most of it has been political.
scarlet-mccall
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
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