"Klassik" -- Spiegel der Muse -- The Muse's Mirror

Expect today two more poems after this one to make up for the past two days of fever.

EDIT: I am still too ill to think clearly.  Expect the missed poems tomorrow, Friday, or this weekend.

    The Muse’s Mirror

Eager to adorn herself, the muse followed the swollen stream

of early morning toward the quieter nook.  Yet rushing, roaring,

the churning pebbles in the water twisted her perfect form,

so angrily the lovely goddess departed.  And from the stream

came a sneering like an evening’s trickle: “Of course! you

would never accept the truth so clearly shown by my mirror.”

But the muse was already far away, where the bank was a little better angled,

rejoicing in her figure, and duly arranging her garland.