My Muse

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My Muse sits forelornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy?She does not, I only listen when I am unhappyWhen I am happy I live and despise writingFor my Muse this cannot but be dispiriting.

© Stevie Smith