People in my poems apparently know each
other
And may well understand me better than
I do them.
There used to be, of course, strict
laws about such things;
The characters of different poems could
not, officially,
Mix nor make comments about their
creators.
When the ghost of Arthur Henry Hallam
Wanted to visit Mariana in the moated
grange
He had to disguise himself as a
beekeeper
Who spoke with a comically thick Suffolk
accent
Readers when he was by wondered what
this bumpkin
Was doing in the poem -- there seemed
to be
No other servants; the grange was
extremely dusty
(As a tragic heroine Mariana was, under
guild rules,
Forbidden to do any housework.) Most,
though,
Were pleased Mariana had someone to
listen
To her disquisitions on the dreariness
of life.
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