I am a classicist by temperament
And my poetry a study in classicism
The golden ears and sheaves of the wheat glistening
Under the sun rays
Into the fields
And the scent coming to
In terms of vegetation, harvest and economic prosperity
Seconded by pastoral romanticism,
Nay blind to it
Though morality and didacticism take me away from
Into a world of their own,
Full of scholasticism, pedantry, sobriety and weight.
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