He tried to warn me, back on page xvi—
"spontaneous intrusions absolutely pervade
the book on every structural level." Routine
Weirdness all right, just look at what he's made!
It's strange to see the chapter justified
When anapests in fours, most rhymed but not all,
Bounce Marot's life from birth until he died
And I have nearly thrown the book at the wall.
But then an interlude of careful thought
Redeems the work for now—Marot's sweet verse,
Our author shows, though doubtless slight, is fraught
With traps to help translators make it worse.
Still, many tried when Douglas made his dare,
And only Kasey's tried to rework Baudelaire.
9:02:58 PM
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