All Nine often used to come to me, I mean the Muses: But I ignored them: my girl was in my arms. Now I've left my sweetheart: and they've left me, And I roll my eyes, seeking a knife or rope. But Heaven is full of gods: You came to aid me: Greetings, Boredom, mother of the Muse.

Summary

In this quote, the speaker reflects on a past moment when the Muses, the sources of inspiration, would visit them regularly. However, the speaker admits to ignoring the Muses in favor of enjoying the company of their lover. Now, abandoned by both their sweetheart and the Muses, the speaker finds themselves overcome with despair, even contemplating self-harm. In a moment of desperation, the speaker addresses Boredom as the mother of the Muse, acknowledging that only when boredom or misery strike can they hope for the return of their creative inspiration.

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