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…addition to a sequence, comes at rather a late hour, in more ways than one. I have been preoccupied with a trip I am planning to take at the beginning of April, 2013–the first of such travel in quite...
View ArticleRegarding “Etudes” 11 and 12:
Rather than rearranging what I have scheduled to post, I shall delay #11, which will post on January 3rd, 2014. Number 12, which is not yet completed will most likely be done this morning(ish) and...
View ArticleSonnet I: Not Alone
I sleep and then I dream and then I wake, And live and work and play from sleep to sleep. And sleep again and dream, and wake, and keep My hand, to pen, and psalm, and song; and slake This lust I feel...
View ArticleSonnet V: Her Majesty
A word, then two, a fountain like a stream That wears away a mountain. Time, a spring, Reflection over aeons; it can bring Perfection. Though it presses down, extreme In ways of mystery. Its form can...
View ArticleSonnet VI: Violets
‘Til noon, before these Violets lovely stir With bloom that splendour morning’s promised awe; Too soon, I made my contract, drunk on her Perfume, and swore this compact as my law; And strewn for all,...
View ArticleSonnet I: No More
No touch, no sleep, no rest, no love like mine For thee, shall ere console me in my place Of rest. No more shall any weight of thine My breast console. No more, thy fairest face, Within my whole...
View ArticleSonnet III: Where I Rest
So quiet thou beside me; so austere Dost thou confide thee, silently to sleep. Angelic thou, delightful; though as clear Dost thou alight believe thou safe to keep… Thee well protected, do I; and so...
View ArticleSonnet I: What Is Lost
Readeth not these lines; they are not, young girl, For thee. They are, to souls like thine, forbidden, Though they may betray what hast thou hidden In thine heart, these words should not unfurl Thy...
View ArticleSonnet II: What Is Kept
Take care young girl in what thou keepest real, For what thou real profess, wilt thou become; And be thy carriage drawn to thine ideal, Wherefore should–pure for thee–white horses come? This trap...
View ArticleSonnet III: Why Weepest Thou
But true, wilt thou persist or see the way Thou dost simplistic observations keep? Or know, such faults as these, will oft portray Intractable assaults when bound with sleep? Doth once, when thou thy...
View ArticleSonnet IV: What Remains
Although to thee thou wouldst that life is lost; Declaim the shame of all that it contains; My love doth live in this thou wouldst accost; Yet see how free her innocence remains. I would that shouldst...
View ArticleSonnet I: Hourglass
As dawn they rise whilst waning moon are we; How fairest they wherefrom increase our lives; Incalescence to our recondity, As one might give, the other so deprives. Yet in thine eye burns reason’s...
View ArticleSonnet: Thieves
Through turns and twists, an endless beat, we ran; I’d spurn the mists, descend to meet with thee. We’d turn a bend upon a stone, and we Would earn an end, and on our own, began. But for a while–and...
View ArticleSonnet: Once More for Sam
He sung of Sisters close and sweet, and taught; Of sea, and wealth, he droned a mournful view. Of Death himself, as fine as Death, he brought A smile to my lips when fear they knew. And lovely, to a...
View ArticleSonnet XII: Patronage
Hast thou the heart to touch, or even look Upon such art as this and give its due An thou profess as fanciful, outgrew, Though for this canvas rapture overtook; But are such things professed forever...
View ArticleSonnet V: 1914
See there, what are those pestilent that smother In the muck? And there, I see, ignored Within the mire, more are stuck; and Lord! Behold, one bunches up to bid another Well! Though unobtrusively, its...
View ArticleIntro: I spent quite a long time…
Pondering how best To rework my fifth sonnet With internal rhymes Permalink (feet) (syllables) 6 (5+7) 5 (6+4) 5 (5+5) 4 (8) in the second quatrain to emphasize, without ruining, its 6-5-5-4 rhythm....
View ArticleSonnet IV: Liquid Sorrow
Too well, he knew; did Baudelaire, my twin Of spirit, forebear of my soul; and knew, As only he, my dearest poet, grew To know; this drink was fine, as knew he sin. So I thereof proclaim to thee,...
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