TO THE MUSES consider yourselves invoked

                   



    Oh welcome sisters of the sacred well,

        Who married Cadmus, mourned Achilles' soul.   

            You guard the chest of endless unsung scrolls,

                What greater tales have you yet left to tell?

    Between your magic horse's rhythmic wings

        Each anxious novice begged to hear some word.

            You teased dull minds with chanting overheard

                To make weak witted Ancients humbly sing.

        Now poets talk.  Deriding tongues demand.

            They lie if they affirm.  They plot to teach.

                Untempered frenzy, chance alone in hand,

        No magic in their words, their poems they preach!

            They know you not.  Your spirit I'll defend.

            Through me, I thank you, this poem you have penned.

Reviews

The problem in writing a review for such a poem would be if I am qualified to do such. My literature class has done no justice to the classics invoked into this art.

All the elements in making a poem has been well utilized in this opus. A wonderful art.