Also not the one you're looking for, but it's about literature— specifically, about having a gift for it.
A Classical Quatrain
by Paul Goodman
For rage and dignity no words compare with the Atlantic Ocean lashed by winds; the love-gestures of juveniles are sweeter than any words of mine. But for alcaic
speed and in the end a pat surprise you must read Horace. John, the fertile fields and the repetitive factories produce, though many other things, no metaphors.
Sure, many a labor is heavier to do and profit by than stanzas, but these are my skill, shall I ungratefully my gift of formal speech disdain?
By literature Sheharazad a thousand midnights his prone violence appeased, the homicidal hurry in his soul embarrassed into an uncertain smile.
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Date: 2011-09-05 07:29 am (UTC)A Classical Quatrain
by Paul Goodman
For rage and dignity no words compare
with the Atlantic Ocean lashed by winds;
the love-gestures of juveniles are sweeter
than any words of mine. But for alcaic
speed and in the end a pat surprise
you must read Horace. John, the fertile fields
and the repetitive factories produce,
though many other things, no metaphors.
Sure, many a labor is heavier to do
and profit by than stanzas, but these are
my skill, shall I ungratefully
my gift of formal speech disdain?
By literature Sheharazad a thousand
midnights his prone violence appeased,
the homicidal hurry in his soul
embarrassed into an uncertain smile.