douglas scotney - Consolation

We knew not on Aonian mount
The outskirts of pollution,
Needed not then, I know need now,
A negative solution.

Purge thyself of thy love, dear Lamb,
Make poetry of thy hate,
Kow tow to those above, dear Lamb,
Ain't genius rules your fate.

(Charles Lamb considered giving up writing poetry
Coleridge replied)

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