[創作] I do confess that I write not for love
I do confess that I write not for love.
'Tis a dreary labor I myself commit
Without flaming passion nor clever wit,
Only lines my unglutted lust to prove.
I can see through in a desolate rove:
What by nature deserves an earthy pit,
A forced melancholic's base wish to fit
Is raised in verse to a hall high above.
For my own poetry now I do deny
With another poem meaningless to read,
Yet in the dark I seek a tender eye
To know my vacant heart and wanting need.
Ye happy ones, mark my self-innuendo,
O that raves in what meta-inferno!
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