‘Muse, I sang the praise
of my long stanzas.’
The last lines of a poem by Gabriele D'Annunzio.
I would love to have a glass of wine with a poet who sings the praise of his long stanzas.
I would be quiet, after a while I might fall asleep, and when I will wake up the praise of the poet continues.
Now that I’m 50 I like to be in the company of people who praise themselves, because no one else does it, at least on Sunday night I would like that kind of company.
And yes, praising your own lang stanzas is the best self-praise once can ask for.