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"Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto . . .

"furor arma ministrat . . . ."

---Vergil, The Aeneid, I

Those who are unable to discern the difference

between Poetry---I mean real, Canonical poetry---

and the attenuated lines of misplaced prose

that belongs in the sluggish slogs of

unapologetically selfcentered blogs

are demonstrators of an uninformed, unread

intrusion upon the edifice of Poetry

the way that crude, and bloodthirsty, destructors

slipped out of the rectum of the Trojan Horse;

enflamers whose only purpose was to

demolish and ruin the long beseiged city of Troy;

which is like the City of Poetry,

long beseiged by the dunces of whom Pope wrote;

of whom Vergil sang in the second book of his epic,

after he had released the nectar of his words

at the grass-stained bare feet of the lovely

shepherd boys whose delicate beauty---

though often disparaged by haters,

or the jealous enviers who  could not possess it---

inhabited the verses of his Eclogues.

Starward