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Villanelle: Those Whom the Muses Love Die Martyrs' Deaths At Lone Stockade

Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade Yet legions make it to the top in their time and period They pass their lives in adoration midst the multitude Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade Yet rare the martyr who in his lifetime has it made Most die in misery and bear their lives in rectitude Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade Can Art be some pursuit that brings joy to any renegade Rather the squeezed out sweat which makes much of Life's attitude Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade At every turn of the spit their lives roast marinade The ephemeral breed contrive to block them through feud Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade Perennial works all prove to us Life's lasting brocade Shines brighter down the ages as craftsmen toil in solitude Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade Fame stops at no stranger's door the loafer to persuade © T. Wignesan - Paris, November 26, 2018

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