Greetings my sweet poet Nav`re….
Alas I am biased, in the fact that I know you still withold some of your more breath-taking works from the general public, and having read more than a bit of it myself I must say that you really ought to share your prose with the world… though of course I should say the darkest writings you have presented in the past would be quickly received above all. I wish to assure you that the prose I post is merely to share a part of my hidden self… I do this not to compete for talent (nor praise); as I have always approached your works with diffidence…. my pennings cannot compete, as you already know.
That said… in praise, once again, for your pennings, I present a quote from a poet long since passed…. and though he was praising a work that I agree not with, his praise sums up what I have thought this whole time, since the first prose you presented unto me….
Well might’st thy scorn thy readers to allure
With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sense secure;
While the Town-Bayes writes all the while and spells,
And like a pack-horse tires without his bells.
Their fancies like our bushy points appear;
The poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
I too, trasnported by the mode, offend,
And, while I meant to praise thee, must commend.
Thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
In number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme.
– A.[ndrew] M.[arvell]
On Paradise Lost
Please continue to post your works, Nav`re, as I shall be eagerly awaiting…
-Sidonia DeMornay
The Huntress
