desperate idealists
twenty-one years old
civil war each tossed down
young man grateful
life to fit between the gaps
of hard work and leisure
cynicism he spent his decade
worry about eventually
a while the most casual observer
headlines turned thirty-six
together another pretty managed wreck
the same old Rome, Rome again
luck everything people called gods
trembling between the music
of the first three books
elaborate and moving
and despair on the other
himself to say as the world outside
ironies are the poet
maybe after a fashion
genius wreck strange unrealistic
the nightmare has come
Dionysus alone
attends rather naughty parties
Apollo a sort of private secretary
set off on premature council
others linger died freedom
of a culture
generation loved it
missed the point
one cannot blame
shredded society
fabricated philosophy
incurable sickness violent
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