26 November 1999 - by my so potent art

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Journeyman, Or, How You Feel When You’re Middling Good

By my so potent art, as full as opera,
Boasting of placards in the noontide sun,
I am the one
Who found the way
To bring the song and dance to light of day.
Weak masters that they be, the dead lie down before me.

clue:

I’m mixing bits of Prospero’s speech from The Tempest where he boasts of his magic powers together with Emily Dickinson’s poem “I cannot dance upon my Toes”.

give me a clue so sweet and true

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