For My Contemporaries By J. V. Cunningham

How time reverses   
The proud in heart!   
I now make verses   
Who aimed at art.

But I sleep well.   
Ambitious boys
Whose big lines swell   
With spiritual noise,

Despise me not!
And be not queasy   
To praise somewhat:   
Verse is not easy.

But rage who will.
Time that procured me   
Good sense and skill   
Of madness cured me.
J. V. Cunningham, “For My Contemporaries” from The Exclusions of a Rhyme: Poems and Epigrams. Copyright © 1960 by J. V. Cunningham. Reprinted with the permission of Ohio University Press/Swallow Press, Athens, Ohio.

Source: The Exclusions of a Rhyme: Poems and Epigrams (Alan Swallow Press, 1960)

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