For the poem’s sake

“Nobody reads poetry these days.”
Mr. Nothing shifted a questioning glance
from the pages of Britannia Depicta
to the poet, who, however, seemed to be
talking to himself, bent over a notebook
with the gold-plated finial of his favourite
Carène caressing his lower lip, and asked,
“Not even poets?”

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