Franklin Pierce Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

The Stalling Of Q.H.F. - Poem by Franklin Pierce Adams

Horace: Epode 14

"Mollis inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis"


Maecenas, you fret me, you worry me
Demanding I turn out a rhyme;
Insisting on reasons, you hurry me;
You want my Iambics on time.
You say my ambition's diminishing;
You ask why my poem's not done.
The god it is keeps me from finishing
The stuff I've begun.

Be not so persistent, so clamorous.
Anacreon burned with a flame
Candescently, crescently amorous.
You rascal, you're doing the same!
Was no fairer the flame that burned Ilium.
Cheer up, you're a fortunate scamp,
. . . Consider avuncular William
And Phryne, the vamp.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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