7 oct. 2003

I.7a

It sounds like Housman or someone else from the '90s. "Come, I will drink a tun / to my Propertius." A clever little poem in iambic trimeter rhyming ABAB. B

7b

I think LZ wanted us to judge 7a superior to 7b, which is loaded with 18th century "poetic diction." Both poems evoke the "more lasting than bronze" topos: "Therefore when Flint and Iron wear away / Verse is immortal, and shall nere decay." A rather trite treatment of a trite them, in any case. B

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