This is what it is. Past poetics echoed? The Panegyric Oratory: praise or eulogy?
JW Waterhouse, “study for a marchess,” 1914
I require a bit of laudanum afore I pontificate
Panegyric oration doth make my brain most thirstily in deed
Whatever the venue; whatever the script
Whether disseminated on a leafy knoll
Cross-legged under the stargazer trees
Or espoused from the isle beach stained
with lustrous bioluminescence,
Atop tempestuous winterous mountain range
with full-sun with heat of poached egg yellow yolk
For always I am fraud; I speak the untruths
There, holding forth, spite jerky efforts to
force me off the stage, out of the play
Remaining forever the xenolith thorn in her mind
Always a slice, a sliver, a trace of me.