Take It From Horace
Poem By Frank Fagan
Take it from Horace,
who long ago warned us
not to paint a dolphin in a forest,
nor a wild boar disporting on a wave.
(And where, if truth be told,
but in a bosky borogove
would an autochthonic mome rath outgrabe?)
The time has come to relocate,
to a certain sylvan northern state,
from an unrelated land beyond the dawn,
embodied quietude, a something sublimate,
a dusky, gentle, sloe-eyed, stricken fawn.