Poem – C K Stead

On Fame

Quid dedicatum poscit Apollinem

 

Who asks the gods for glory
and that his books may be read
throughout the world, should recall
the one whose prayer was answered,
who lived ten years in hiding,
lost friends, family, everything
but fame itself and a fortune.

How joyful to have your words
say what they mean! Be content
with that, and that you write for
those who can read, and can rune.

Best wines for finest palates.
Look for no other reward.

 

C K Stead

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