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| The Improper Muse My Muse is inappropriate, improper, bad to know, The kind of girl with whom I ought not play. I shouldn't even write to her; the rule books all say so: Such peccadilloes cause public dismay. And where does all this scandal leave a poet, vis à vis His verse, if writing to her's such a crime? And when she says, 'Fool! Look in thine own heart!', what shall I see There, but her? – My dangerous Muse! – A bust, arranged in rhyme! Paul Stevens If you have any comments on this poem, Paul Stevens would be pleased to hear from you. |
