Seilênos, Apollo, and Orpheus
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We want a poet who is satyr, god
(As Dionysus), both, and more, combined.
We want his beard raised high and want him shod
In Hermes’ sandals. We propose a mind
That apprehends the pubic parts of goats
And sly divinity though maybe dressed
In elegance of robe while striking notes
And singing lines. We want the sex and quest
For beauty, and for thinking’s highest truth.
We want the worst of men, their highest crimes
In swathes stanzas and immortal youth.
We want a melody transcending times
Because eternity requires it. Blame
The poet only if his lines are tame.
