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"Jencks labels the most ridiculous examples with clever barbs like 'topiary fascist' and 'predatory mansard.'."

"Forgive me: when bad fates leave good men stricken,
I doubt the gods are real, and I am shaken.
Live just, die just. Be holy; keep your vows;
still Death will drag you to the charnel house.
Trust in good poems. This tiny urn constrains—
so little’s left!—Tibullus’ scant remains."

—tr of Amores 3.9 by Christopher Childers via @maryanncorbett.bsky.social

Clair de Lune (sort of).

Withdrawe, this sable Disclosure ere devot’d
Of the black cone amid the polar waste,
That the black presence of its violence is.
I do not know if ever it existed–
Yet whence, except from guessed sight, does touch teach
A row of sphinxes where the way lies clear
Athwart the moment of our ceasing pain.

Bedraggled birds into the yawning sky
By no exterior voidness being exempt
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.

To a new flesh my travelled soul shall come,
Parting the cobwebs with a curious lack.

At the House of Poseidon.