Classic Poem

What is there to be done with a woman who must be alone to
Feel and who being left alone is pleased with herself past
Gentlemen I address you privately and no woman is within hearing
You may confess yourselves as never before I am too old to
Remember too young to gossip satisfy your taste for speech at
The point where satisfaction ends. I am prepared for success.
Success is dawn to me. It is the beginning of breakfast although
I do not breakfast at dawn. Still I am not unprepared. Go on.
Go on Gentlemen. Go on. To thee I burn apples and goatflesh
And all grapes unsold in the market. Excuse me if I yawn for
I have risen early this morning and the pigeons were hard to
Catch in the henroost and the barber's tales of the arena were
Apart from the yard where I chased too many feathered tails
Before the dawn. Before Caesar even remembered his dreams.