R.H. BARROW: THE ROMANS
Subjugated yearly under arches,
Manumitted by parchments and degrees,
My murex was the purple dye of lents
On calendars all fast and abstinence.
'Memento homo quia pulvis es.'
I would kneel to be impressed by ashes,
A silk friction, a light stipple of dust –
I was under the thumb too like all my caste.
One of the earth-starred denizens, indelibly,
I sought the mark in vain on the groomed optimi:
Their estimating, census-taking eyes
Fastened on my mouldy brow like lampreys.
Then poetry arrived in that city –
I would abjure all cant and self-pity –
And poetry wiped my brow and sped me.
Now they will say I bite the hand that fed me.
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