This poem is taken from PN Review 11, Volume 6 Number 3, January - February 1980.
Aeneas and After
Constituit et lacrimans "quis iam locus" inquit "Achate,
Quae regio in terns nostri non plena laboris?"
Horace Bids Farewell to Virgil
(Odes I. iii)
I trust, friend, you appreciate
the nervous cost to one who hates
the sea and loves late drink
of standing on the brink
while your unnecessary boat
drifts fainter in a queasy float
into liver-spotted mist.
A poet who's half-pissed
and whose scalp and wit are frozen
can't deliver a few well-chosen
words, sublime or droll.
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