The Exiles

Who's the poet?

A poor, demented fool!
We write on when Jove's thunder
Has been stolen by the singing stars,
And we--in our madness, driven
From the people--flounder in the high
Impotent air of Olympian Circles,
Starving on beauty and truth.


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